PLANTA.

PLANTA. Blū Tha Gürū Written/Produced by C'cxell Soleil The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™ Unstoppable.Co] LYRICS/CYPHER If Cudi isn’t getting paid to talk, he doesn’t;He took a cut up-front from one of this brother-cousins,It’s just another fun run,Everything the sun covers must become aProperty, possibly even a person—But that’s enough shop talkCudi got a motorcycle, gonna summon someoneProbably a bunch of ‘em,The cudi was a looker, a handsome husband typeBut love? Nah;Cudi didn’t want that—A quick kiss on an impulse:Uh, denied.A swift kick on theBubble butt—Woah,But he had to touch the boatWhile it was parked in the harbor—Hold on, broI probably need to call the doctorCause you’re swab sample is not back yetFrom Istanbul(Turkey!)Got Bigger Balls than thatBronze Bull on Wall Street!And sir, you’re full of MalarkyI might be begging your pardonCause you’re suspiciously scrumptious;What’s the motherfucker looking at meHoping that he’s getting lucky for?Cause I wore a cover up and only ordered coconut,Wore minimal makeup and I trust it’s just anotherUndercover cop, or government official tryna observe on myHovercraft,Brother that’s,Quite enoughI’m hollering out “Jesus Christ” and might have even dropped my hat,It took a couple days for him to text me back,So I decided Cudi probably might have been a plant(Not another one!) [Chorus]PLANTA. Man I’m so sick of theseIndustry hacks just tryna intercept myMasterpiece;Everytime I’m cooking up a recipe,They send me one of theseAnother brother-cousin-nephew-niece-Or neighbor happy to accept deliveriesIn exchange for causingMisery, giving me shiver-me-timber trees,And what I mean is, they’re axing and dismemberingThe creativity inside my memoryBy wearing and tearing on my vagus and anxietyIt’s not funny!Cause these plants is trying me,And I’m so fried, it’s like I’m acid trippingAin’t even the trial yet;I admit I tried to pass the time with just a smile, being quiet—But these weeds and vines keep climbing up so violently—For the sake of the rhyme,And also for the theme PLANTA. This is just banta,Another fucking rant cause CudiHad tah try to get his hands down my pants,But—I just offered a backrub, cause I been dodging all these folks with camerasDamn—The flashbulbs slam meI got synesthesia;Famous isn’t easy, bruh!Especially when recently the only entertainment I been breaking out—Is solely on the underground, so I don’t know who’s hounding me! PLANTA. Playing paparazziPhantom—Plaza;Probably is a hazard,He’s so handsome,Hands up:Cudi got a shotgun—He left on a hot wheel,I left in a Mazda PLANTAProbably got a lot of flunkees;He left on a triumph,I left in a Humvee PLANTA. All I wanted was for Cudi to love me,But an up and coming asset with an ass isnot so lucky;I was looking for a flower in all of this gardeningBut unfortunately, for me—there’s just weeds. …just weeds. PLANTA. For fuck’s sake. JOHN OLIVER Check it out, I’ve done something you’ll all very much like. SETH MEYERS Are you sure? JOHN OLIVER We’ll, I’d bargain, JIMMY KIMMRL Bargain what? JOHN OLIVER Has anyone addressed you about your gambling addiction and that possibly, it’s starting to interfere with your work? JIMMY KIMMEL Not yet. JOHN OLIVER Well then, I won’t be the one to force it. Carrying on. [they all just sort of stand there awestruck; JIMMY KIMMEL finishes placing a bet on FANDUEL] JOHN OLIVER Please, gather round. JIMMY KIMMEL Why should we all have to “gather around” you? JOHN OLIVER Would it be more comfortable for you if I called it “a huddle” and told you that people might be placing bets on it? JIMMY KIMMEL ..,probably. JOHN OLIVER Alright, lads: huddle round, then! JIMMY KIMMEL That does sound better. SETH MEYERS Although, somewhat more homosexual. JOHN OLIVER And you’re protesting, Seth Meyers— to he whom has built his brand on the accessibility of metrosexuality? SETH MEYERS I’m not arguing. JIMMY KIMMEL He just called you gay. SETH MEYERS He said “metro” JIMMY KIMMEL But what does that mean? JOHN OLIVER Speaking of “almost”, it appears we may be one-off a host; does it seem like we might be missing something, or someone [all simultaneously in unison] no. Not—no. I don’t think so. No. No, probably not. JOHN OLIVER Very well, then. Let us carry on with our “huddle” [they all do, besides Jimmy Kimmel, who appears to be placing a bet on himself for being the last one into the huddle, before sliding his phone into his pocket, and displaying a very slow, small-stepped strut across the toom] Yo. Put me In The group chat. What? No Why not. You’re not in the strike force! Who says? Uh…The Strike Force. What does that even mean? You know what? I don’t know what it means. The Complex Collective © [The Festival Project ™ Unstoppable.Co]