This is a song about "Fuck thoughts"

Let my angel sing

The thoughts overheating

It ain't where i been

From these thoughts that i'm thinkin

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Huh, a metaphor of course

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Were running wild tonight

His thoughts disorganized

Still the man with the pan

The greatest thoughts of man,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

Bullied by his thoughts of determination

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him