This is a song about "The movies"

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To the voice of the oblivion,

What up girl, tell me how you been

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Put expressions in their music and create the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,