Ayys Hello

Lyrics for Ayys Hello

Hello, glad you thought of me But still, we'll hold it heavenly In time, in mind I remember one day walking home from the jewelry store When I got abducted by a UFO Now in hindsight I think that they did it Cause my shit was shining bright And everyone else was blinded by the light First it beamed down on me and, froze me Teleported me into the spaceship floating over me I woke up, twenty minutes later with the po' standing over me Flashing light in my eye, trying to revive me slowly "We think, you were hit by a car, but we don't see any scars" "Still we're taking you in for breaking laws" "You stole these," referring to the jewels that I bought Tried to plead my innocence, but I couldn't even talk So I started screaming and kicking, but nobody hears me I started getting weary and everything felt eerie Had a theory the police were the aliens But it's probably just the bag of shrooms that I ate again God damn, take me in Hello, glad you thought of me But still, we'll hold it heavenly In time, in mind I'm tryna see these little green men in my pocket take off Like little green men in a rocket Sasquatch, big dick energy walk Mask off, reptiles and amphibians talk Lions, tigers and prayers, oh my What's that zipping through God's blue skies? Them hillbillies coulda been on shrooms Watching Wizard of Oz with dark side of the moon But the crop circles are a little too in tune Making it a little hard to put together two and two The cryptozoology no wilder than religious mythology Monsters of the week, Scully and Mulder was following What are we looking to? Heaven or space? When what we're living on is going to waste Tech is getting more and more impressive at a critical rate The ETs needa set a time and place, to say— Hello, glad you thought of me But still, we'll hold it heavenly In time, in mind "We come in peace, 'less of course you're too hood for the bill" When son C-walking and turfing the day the earth stood still What's for real? All I got is postmodernist Truth with a capital T 'Facts' always where an asterisk proceed Glad you thought of me but that's what I actually believe Can't attack me with manifest things String theorist don't mean a helluva cellist But you'd felt them in Celle when enveloped in Teldex Or wherever the psilocybin selling Cared riding carpets seldom, magic or K-9 butt scoot Drab as Catholic clubrooms Blasting Traffic, huffing ragweed and dust fumes Fried psychonauts purchasing their clairaudience Tripping on all of it, might as well fit AR goggles in That, that, that's called toggling Take it from the orb dork pondering Yessir Hello, glad you thought of me But still, we'll hold it heavenly In time, in mind