Bamboo shoots, Buddhas and removed shoes

Pugilism brewing over whose tuk-tuk′s whose

Moving through the super-moon with goonies off a distant blockAnd fugitives from Dusit Zoo in pleasant moods, until they're not

Present mood, a startling departure from the temple rules

Part of it′s the temperature, part of it's the tentacles

AQI alarming, surgical masks marching

The durian got him gagging, the traffic is anarchy, um

Siam spy cam, try him in fire

I'm marigolds and Muay Thai into the eye of the tiger

I almost died on a scooter, I almost died on a boat

I figure fuck it, baby, come as you are and die as you go

North bound, Lopburi, where it′s humans: zero, monkeys: one

Humans fear the monkeys won, get your mirrored sunnies, run

Later watched a billion bats exploding out a mountain cave

Climbed a couple hundred feet to stare into the mouth and change

Descended a little different

Every atom individually cleansed and repositioned

That′s one unconventional exorcism for the kiddo

Hearts on his pillow, bars on the window

Bar band send it from John Denver to G-n-R

Midnight playing sardines to the sleeper car

13 hours, couldn't sleep at all

Even eating weed it′s hard to catch a Z

Over all the sneeze and cough, jeez

I might never make it out

If I ever make it out, send me back in

(Get up, get up...) yeah

Got lost, got found

Got a feeling I should lose it all again

(Get up, get up...)

Okay, heaven is a humid room, it emulate a human womb

Every day we celebrate a water birth in noodle soup

And cruise around as Ronan trying to expedite a slow death

Playing chicken with a family of five on the same moped

Golden lotus that show off a pretty pantone

And grow in river water that'll melt your fucking hand off, damn

It′s funny, 'cause I fake a smile too

People thinking you′re okay, until you take 'em to the root

I'ma take ′em to the root

Through insatiable depravity and layers of abuse

Down to radiate the truth

Okay, my homie said "I just got blessed by a monk"

I said, "I got no frame of reference, God is dead where I′m from"

Still I been doing what I can to get these devils expunged

Lately it's laying sugarcane across an elephant′s tongue

I'm wading out into the mud to scrub her belly and trunk

Brushing that yellow off her tusks, shit is better than drugs

It feels strange, hurdling emaciated strays

Even stranger days later when I′m no longer phased

Locals see a space garbage that fell from the interstellar

Trying to blend in with the smell of

Peppers, sweat and citronella, ella

Sore thumb in the hum of the helter-skelter

Rebels huffing through the temple run like Zelda's in the cellar

Every L.D. call an awful omen

Excuse me while I walk into the ocean, like

I might never make it out

If I ever make it out, send me back in

(Get up, get up...) yeah

Got lost, got found

Got a feeling I should lose it all again

(Get up, get up...)