Go Up E

Dear listeners, this is officially the dumbest song I've ever made. Please lower your expectations Immediately. There is no message. There is no lesson. There is barely even a Plan. So sit back, enjoy the bass, And go fuck yourself. This is Mobius. I go down. I go down. Turn around, turn around. Turn around, turn around. Turn around, turn around. Turn around. Big dumb bass stomp on the floor. Walk in late, still hear the roar. Half asleep, still want more. You post online, that’s your chore. Loose ass jeans keep by my side. Beat gets loud, I catch the ride. Heads spin fast, can’t decide. Bass hits hard, whole room collide. Talk too much, that’s your style. I say less, still get the smile. Hands go up, stay up a while. Kick drum hit, crowd go wild. Chico chain, chico fit. Whole damn thing don’t really fit. Jump one time, but never quit. Miss one step, then talk my shit. Broken glass just outside. Same old crew on the same old ride. One more lap through the middle tonight. One more laugh when the bass feels right. Bass look dumb but the vibe look clean. All white shoes and some baggy jeans. When that fat mic and lean. Everybody jump when they hear that scream. I Go up, I go down. I go up, I go down. Turn around, Around, Around