Letters to Galatea (feat. Cheese) [Royale w/ Cheese Remix]

Dear Galatea Been a minute or two How are you? Guess who? It's me, it's William Blue From the green and blue Planet whose society is Crumbling in the absence of Decency and peacekeeping Humanity in a hellscape steeped In two parts pain mixed with A billion metric tons of absurdity A slow-mo boring old Dystopian catastrophe Doomers chant The End is Near But I think the end is here now And no one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now I never really liked this planet anyhow (Wait) (Shhh, listen) (It's fucking raw) Dear Galatea I gotta see ya I would meet your pop And your Mamma Mia Put on a show But not for a theatre (Oh shit) Put one hundred Coins in the meter On my parked car Standing on a cop car Now that I'm a pop star They know who the fuck I are, am Who the fuck I am Cheese I got a million of these Verses, I'm cursing I'm witching with ease Don't know the fuck What half this shit means Just follow my heart And I go where it leads I do not question what's Going through me So do not question I'm Bach like Sebastian In classic fashion Teach classes on rapping Stacking my change and I'll buy me a palace Cheese I got a million of these (Tell 'em, Cheese) And no one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now I never really liked this planet anyhow Galatea Let's see How about you Take your lowest-key UAP or UFO or flying saucer Or whatever you call it these days Don't make me wait Too long 'cause Too long often leads to too late And common sense would Tell us we literally can't save No dates Not a single one Not inside this Post-apocalyptic Surrealist dreamscape And after all Yesterday, you said tomorrow And you and me We could simulate eternity Capture eons In my camera lens An aperture priority Worth at least three Jeremy Bearimys Carve out a piece of The Good Place With a time-knife How's that for a slice of The good life? I'll-I'll-I'll wait for you 'Round 11, my time Next Thursday night in Some nondescript parking lot Shhh, don't blow up the spot Then we can stop by the Starbucks at the edge of The Milky Way galaxy Get you a Vanilla Latte, grande I'll make sure they spell Your name right G-A-L-A-T-E-A, right? What am I doing Spelling out your name? What is this An early 2000s pop song? I'm not Gwen Stefani or Fergie I'm just looking for A new beginning Yeah Maybe we can find that In a galaxy near you See you soon And no one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now No one's left on the ground now I never really liked this planet anyhow My God You call that a remix? My grandmother could make A better remix with her Fucking sewing machine and a Fucking rice cooker Ya fucking donkeys This Royale with Cheese Remix Only served to prove It's possible to experience Indigestion through my ears