Lyrics Hotplate - Moody Good, Knytro

Hotplate

If life is a box of chocolates, damn I sure got my pick
Cruising on the worn chords of a Megatropolis
If you read the synopsis, the read should be redonkulous
Blow your fucking mind like, frozen as a Klondike
I know, right?
So don’t play boy!
Hugh the Hefner you?
Tryna be a playboy?
She ain’t step to you cause she ain’t want your name boy
So we dismember you, turning red to rain boy
Well then, tell your friends I could give a flying
Funky rhinoceros octopuses are delish
Yep, this is my kinda dish, where da fish?
Where da fakes at?
Gobble down a billion of dem bitches
On a supersonic wave while y’all living so ridiculous
Fictitious like you may be a little over-drinking
Overthinking what you thinking?
She is not the one to play with
She will set you up and now you’re stuck between two different cages so you’re
Done, done, done
Dubplate
Done, done, done
Done, done, done
Your aim is wasted
I ain’t mean to throw it in ya face kid, now you’re
Done, done, done
So strapped, with a low cap, wanna know how I got this sickness?
I jumped into a swimming pool, eccentric as a Kendrick
Life is good as it gets, Mr. Jones' interest
No stepping on the pedal without the physical fitness
Bear witness, Rambo in the Lambo
Saddle up the horsepower, travel while we rattle
All the windows like a cymbal, assemble every single
Individual musical symbol like a synth or signal so you’re… done
Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dub, dubplate
Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dubplate, dubplate
Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dub, dubplate
Dubplate, dub, dub, dub, dubplate, dubplate
No Mario, so sorry yo but this ain’t no game, boy
I be on my Luigi so this kart keep switchin' lanes, boy
We make noise, take noise, recreate into a great noise
Lace it up and turn the bass way up and make your face shift shape like (oi oi
oi oi oi)
Olly olly oxen free, is this as real as it could be?
I’m, I’m pretty sure it is, just stick around and you may
See it for yourself and bear witness to everything that you believe in
Leavin' not even the smallest thought behind for any reason
Listen up, I’m here to jam, peanut butter in the sand
Wish that I could kiss the hand of the spaceship in command
So highly in demand, like the remote is in your hand
To help you watch the play before you even press it down
The microchip response sends a message to the sound
The sound travels through the waves that you are hearing now
So if you’re in the clouds, which dimension is around?