Hey lois, what’s going on here?

You might think you’ve peeped the scene You haven’t, the real one’s far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it’s awful, blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather ’round, children, zip it, listen Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized ’bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago That’s me, the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Me, no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models “You ain’t got no fuckin’ Yeezy in your Serato?“ (Yo