Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age
I got sunshine in a bag
Bust a few rounds of motherfuckers
Lifeless for whose definition is for what life is
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
From this fucking enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies
[chuckling continues]
The future is coming on
Allow me to make this child like a nature