Lemon rockcake in the belt all day
Lasers on, let the ore melt away
Jetcan full, yeah I stack that tray
Somebody blink wrong, I might just say—hey

Don’t touch that, that’s mine, that’s baked
You ain’t been here for the cycles I take
You ain’t stirred what I stirred in space
You just smell the zest and show your face

I got that hum in my hull, that grind in my brain
Veldspar sugar got me going insane
Clock tick down but I’m still in lane
Fill it up, dump it out, do it again

Drip drip drop in the can it goes
Little golden chunks like candied prose
Local spike and my heart just froze
Who’s that creeping? everybody knows

Hands off the batter, back off the pan
CONCORD watching like “not again”
You flip that flag, now we dance, my man
All for a taste of a working can

I don’t sleep, I just orbit slow
Watch that timer like a pro
Full can glow like a halo
One wrong move and it’s all gonna go

So i stack that cake, layer by layer
Void got flavor, I swear it’s there
You call it rocks, I call it care
Jetcan baker in a vacuum stare

Lemon rockcake in the belt all night
Lasers singing in the cold starlight
If it gets jacked yeah that ain’t right
But i’ll be back next cycle, same bite