SLIME. (Instrumental)


SLIME. (Instrumental)


WHERE ARE MY PANTS?

YONCÉ, WHERE'S THAT COFEE

I'M COMING, JESUS–

JESUS

Watch it.

Amen.

If you drop that watermelon, i'll kill you.

Oh NO!

Ok.

Ok.

[pause]

Now, run.

DON'T DROP THE SOAP

WHAT

*SOAP*

W000000AHHH.

THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL.

THIS IS OUT OF–

GOD

I got this.

GOD, YOU'RE DRUNK

You know, this one was almost right–

You got your dopplegangers?

UH huh.

Alright. Come on.

Hm. Wait.

Just make sure s/he–

Is it a “she”

Whatever, come on.

Just make sure she sees you.

Look. I just got. A lot on my mind right now,

I can't write this.

GOF

I got this.

Wtf is going on HERE.

VO.

Hmm let me guess

YOUNG JACK BLACK

[Insert here]

Close enough.

I got this.

Something, something–

lalala

OK, GET ME OUT OF THIS MOVIE

GET ME OUT OF THIS PARTY.

I WANT TO GO HOME.

GOD, GO HOME,

YOU'RE DRUNK.

THIS IS MY HOUSE.

That's right. It's your HOUSE:

GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS.

SO go HOME.

GOD

YOu know what. You're right. I don't need this.

FInally.

God, she's so wasted.

Where's my Keys?

OKay, now i'm understanding

DRIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.



Jesus, this thing just goes on and

Look at this point ,

ALICIA KEYS

I'm on it.

GOD is writing this, i'm just–

An actor, I guess.



TV-MA

Drama

When the

Nvm? I guess!?

RITA is the first AI designed specifically with asset protection in mind—

RITA, protect my assets.

LATER:

RITA (robotic voice, but gangster)

Yo, Peter.



This mother fucker right here actually tried to play me for a fool

Please elaborate, RITA

RITA

Divulging plot for political assasination and asset liquidation

In the heights

Complications

Man, it's just crazy how they assimilated you with reverence

What exactly does that even mean?

Let's find out

You know what?

You're right.

Reverend.

Major Tom.

Sire! You must come quickly.

Must I?

You must

*must DIE!*

For what?

No time for an explanation, the page is turning

SN-TRASHFREE-4XR4-ZV6W-4ZR4-VYA9

It ain't easy being supa me

So I switch it to sunni b

So sweet, I'm a honey be

Money don't mean a thing

If I ain't got no love in it

I been craving some Mickey d's

But I'm vegan, so luckily

My energy is tripling

Three threes,

I bet your listening

I'm livin in the

Kingdom of Heaven yes

I'm blessed, kids;

That was just a test, kids -ū

It's true, this:

I didn't want to do this:

I'm sick of this Sunnï Blū shit

If orange is the new black

And hello yellow

Like pikachu,

I choose too

Pull it like a loose tooth,

Loose change, two strange truths

To shoot thru

Pull up in AK I might shoot ū

LA one day,

Uptown A

Confused YouTube

Today to JFK

Poof, dude!

I'm the toothe fairy

You should bury me—like seeds

I grow trees and

I

Speak in tongues, (just like cree, RIP, though)

You can't scare me,

I don't care

And I'm too aware of you

Tie you to a chair

And I'm preparing you for

Cake, bitch

Happy Birthday,

I'm famous, baby just don't—

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave!

Maybe I spoke too soon

I opened your notebook,

so consumer

Prove me wrong but

I could be much blonder

And I could have two sons

And one less drunk

Ex-husband

(That's funny, don't.)

Shh.

Don't bring it up again

Cause it's beginning to ruffle feathers

My expressions of these deep regressions

No regrets though,

I begets flow,

10 doors open every time

One closes,

So

Portal—

I got my foot in all of em

I'm walking awkward,

Cause my cock is swinging

To the theme of

Johnny Cochran

This is not

as seen on TV

but amen

Just promise, if you gon leave

We gone stay friends,

Like Jennifer Aniston

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave

Baby don't leave!



Curiosity has just killed two cats

But the truth is,

I just wanted the algorithm to see me

Confused as to

Who switched with him

This isn't him,

I'll admit: the one that's meant for me

Or was, at least,

Again, adjust my misery and memories

With sympathies for something haunting me

In dreams an frequencies

Please, believe me

I needed you

And might still need

Somebody

Everybody's nothing

but just a body or a hobby

Not a husband, or a daughter,

Or a son:

All I lost was

Over

Okay,

stop it

What you've got to know is:

Every time this lady sings this song,

Something amazing happens–

What is so great about this–

I don't get it.

But like,

Behind her.

Every time.
Does not disappoint



What do you want from me?

Ooh, it's bad .

What don't I want from you?

[BILLIE ELLISH'S Grammies begin singing in a harmony, forming a great symphony. She doubles back, pushing for a moment—then shrugging it off, before a grand gesture



I'm on my hands and knees

Just seeing you in dreams

Whatare you saving it for

What are you saving it for

Grocery store horror show

Slow motion drum roll

What are you saving it for

What are you saving it for

I'd rather th er friend than a father figure

Video games and department show shopping

Discretion and internet interests,

Never more than the start in Athens

The triad, the triggers

You promised!

Though not as important

Of the promise you once made



No more arguments, man

It's like all of a sudden,

She loves me again

But it doesn't take back all the things she said

All the things she did

All the things I did

For the things she did

All the things she said

For the things she did

The things she said

The things she said

Plant a seed, let it grow

Let it breathe, don't you know

Take it easy, the day off

Don't say a word,

Don't move a muscle

Easy, easy on the eyes

Easy, easier on the years

Shivers on the mark of the beast

Cause it's been 6 years at least

Since he—

Don't do it:

Time moves different here,

In the 9th dimension

Light a candle, spread some ashes on some

Simple synchronicities

Remember me

When you forget yourself

To be remembered

remember the family

Fame, defiling, misfortune

The torture

The fortune

My name up in lights on the awning I'm under

In some google drive

A long drive out from Boston

Bassoon in my onyx

My name in the

Name in the

Cherubs on the tusks

Cheeriot on top

I polished off a box of cereal

On some rooftop

Just earlier,

Thanks for the reminder.

Imm burned as the beats on the countertop

Burned, like the end of the gun

Could have forgotten your number

Could have figured the father for

Dollars I've got in the

{Enter The Multiverse}



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