"MS. PAC MAN" lyrics

They say love is like a maze, like a maze, and some bonus points
I'm about to hit it round two, let me roll this joint
If I can't die and come back to life, tell me, what's the point?
I'm a crazy motherfucker and we 'bout to light it in this joint
I need a hood nigga with the plug on an emulator
We don't fuck with these fucking ghosts, they some instigators
Eating bitches up kinda scary, we don't give a fuck
Watch the numbers scroll up, watch the numbers scroll up

Round one, nonstop, first class, fat ass
Relax, this not gonna be nothing like your past
Anyway, round two, so sick, pee-yew
Breeze through, look at, look at you
I think that you're cute

Put it in my mouth, then my bank account
Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse
They confuse how I fuse, how I do, how I move
They don't know, they don't even know
I eat these bitches too

Love is often seen as a fundamental human experience that can inspire creativity
Compassion and connection, but it can also lead to pain and heartbreak

They say fame is like a maze, like a maze, and some bonus points
I'm about to hit it round three while I roll this joint
Feel like I just died, came back to life, got a billion points
I'm a wavy motherfucker and we 'bout to light it in this joint
I need a real nigga, no love for an emulator
Pop a Power Pellet, get ghost on some instigators
Eating bitches up kinda scary, we don't give a fuck
Watch the numbers scroll up, watch the numbers scroll up

Watch the numbers scroll up
Watch the numbers scroll up
Watch the numbers scroll up
Watch the numbers scroll up
Watch the numbers scroll up

Round one, nonstop, first class, fat ass
Relax, this not gonna be nothing like your past
Anyway, round two, so sick, pee-yew
Breeze through, look at, look at you
I think that you're cute

Put it in my mouth, then my bank account
Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse
They confuse how I fuse, how I do, how I move
They don't know, they don't even know
I eat these bitches too

Put it in my mouth, then my bank account
Fuck you on the couch in my favorite blouse
Put it in my mouth, then my bank account
Silly little llama, put it in my mouth