| Half life away, twice surprised |
| Half a life, I’m sleep deprived |
| Nothing worse but sleep, no hurt |
| Dirty life, baptized in dirt |
| In my soul, a growing hole |
| Void that spreads out of control |
| Panic that became the norm |
| Out of fear, a child is born |
| Only calm once in the storm |
| Faith in stars I can’t afford |
| Time pass by and brought me more |
| Yet, I’m weaker than before |
| Learn some more, and lost some more |
| Bet, I know that’s done before |
| And I stay trying my— |
| And I hold my face to floor |
| Dance on the edge of the blade, to do a raid on the rave |
| We burn some sage just in case |
| Toxic waste in the face |
| We in V6s, no plates |
| We burnin' through the terrain |
| Fuck what it is, doesn’t hit |
| I got so rich off the spin |
| I post a pic, now you’re pissed |
| I put your friends on the list |
| I’ll pay your rent for the year |
| Take care of you and your sis' (Ahhh) |
| I throw myself in a ditch |
| I’ll hurt myself if you wish |
| Crawling in the sewer with a axe |
| Dark in the windows on the whip, let’s ride |
| Alligator shoes, everything reptile |
| Only I can talk about the night, it’s mine |
| Searching for destruction on the blue street lights |
| Hoodie on my head, sunglasses, dress shoes tied |
| Seen so many friends that strayed from the light |
| Baby, is it fun? |
| But, shit, still doing lines |
| It’s bad |
| Even on a paradise island |
| I’m in hell in my mind |
| Even when I’m smiling |
| Just know that I’m fighting (Kill, kill) |
| I’m sick, yeah, I know |
| Just keep it on the low |
| Throw him in the field by my 'lone, 'lone |
| I pushed up on the car and hear, «Vroom, vroom» |
| I got racks in my pocket, by my phone |
| Play the game, know we flyer than a drone |
| I’m with the gang, throwin' up 4s |
| I’m with twin, locked in, that’s my clone |
| Me and Bladee start the scene like some crows |
| Take him through the Swedish woods, they gon' know |
| Pop out with my gang through the trees like some creatures |
| KTS the scene |
| bleach |
| Miracle screeches, bloody like some leeches |
| Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to leavin' |
| Crowed up, stop the scene, then we get to geekin' |
| Hahaha |
| For real though |
| It get real delirious |