Suddenly seeing in these sepia tones

Stuck up in a glass house

But I throw stones

Hold up I lost something

This brother says stuff like he's not done yet

I'm really not the one yet

Haven't gotten up yet

Long ass nap

Like a death coma

I regret Roma

Only cause I end up a New Yorker

More work but yet broker

Unless you corrupt

Or a stock broker

Believe it

Thanks for dancing on my grave.

That really made me take a second thought to give it another go,

So you wanna be a movie star, ah?

I am— already a star.

But a movie star.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Look, this is your third wife already!

Watch it!

You should be behind bars!

Well why aren't I, then?

I was trying to be polite!

Be quiet, then.

Look—

Food, please.

There is no amount of damage control you can run on this— it's out of your control.

(Eating uncontrollably, mouth full.)

Nothing is out of my control.

I said—

Nothing!

{Enter The Multiverse}

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