| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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| Ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy
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| Sometimes I jus' wanna rip my vocals out my neck
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| Sheesh, mostly I don’t like to fuckin' speak 'cause y’all a mess
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| Sheesh, most the shit I like is highly unconventional
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| Fuck, you don’t fuckin' get me and it always piss me off
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| No, I ain’t depressed but I feel like just not breathin', right
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| I could make a start and go the fuck to sleep, like every night
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| Tend to fuckin' yodel every second that I’m fuckin' 'wake
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| Talk about so distant, I’m not here so we could both relate
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| Runnin' up out of breath, reaching new lows, hence why I’m fucked in the head
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| All of these damn questions 'bout my existence, sorry that I’m not dead
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| You gon' do put up with the left shit, dumb bitch, I don’t fuckin' care about
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| karma
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| Stupid, every day I wake up with the same shit
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| Nah-nah, every week I’m up inside the same roof, not lit
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| Any beat I’m touchin' isn’t worth it, it gets ripped
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| Fuck what you like, I’m not mommy or daddy
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| Bitch, I go left on a verse very promptly
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| Shit, I’m just tired of bleh-bleh-bleh-bleh
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| Fuckin' drink my piss, stop drivin' out my brain cells
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| Forget about this goddamn Syringe
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| «What the fuck is you on?» |
| Bitch, I’m on oxygen
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| Satan is marvellous, get off my carcass, ayy |