Octopus On Rollerskates

The booth I'm bouncing like an ounce of feathers Floating, like hocus potent Mirror my reflection smoking Mirrors, illusions, hoaxes I'm in the fun house joking A ticket to ride, a token A breath of fresh air, I'm toking Shit, strangers staring in slow motion Melted my face, I showed up trolling Push my buttons and just poke them Hey, ruffle my feathers and just stroke them Here's my nuts, maybe you can hold them The music that we play will ease your mind Will ease your mind Will ease your mind A slave to my five senses, woo Feelings are fickle Still, tickle my pickle Til it trickles And spits riddles About beginnings and middles Little to no ending Sentences be mending Senses can be tempting And they sent me plenty Taking chances, doing dances Making senses with the consensus Of my concept of conception, woo I'm into this, my voice is an instrument Is you listening Might die on the beat cause I'm intimate Peep how I slither, toes curl, and my fingers twist Riga mortis still stank like gefilte fish Excuse my French ya bitch But fuck the world and all y'all in it Tongue and cheek with my balls all in it Rabbit hole I falls all in it Ease your mind