If you speak twice, I’mma get you back
I’mma get you back, I’mma get you back
If you speak twice, I’mma get you back
I’mma get you back, I’mma get you back

Sitting in the gutter like think
Skin another other like mink
Skinny little bubble suburban
Thinny little popple beats swerving
Spinning round your head rent free
When you see death, you see me
Write your fucking name on the sheet
Put your little dogs on a leash

This is the fucking year I fell apart,
The progress slips back, the habits relapse
The side effects restart
And I ain’t happy with it
Brings my whole fucking family with it
The friends, the shows, the money, even the fucking muscle tone’s gone
Just screaming “breeeeathe” waiting for food in the oven
Like it’s a metaphor for something
I kinda wonder if I should liquidate my assets for a lover
At least it’d be something
At least it’d be something
Many people wake up and discover they can’t find a job, a car, a house, a loan, a friend to listen to, a hand to hold
A general sense of knowing what the fuck is going on
A general sense that they might be taken care of
A general feeling that they might not get fucking robbed
You gotta be kidding me
You make yourself my enemy?
Top to bottom, got some fakes
Waking life, that’s the stakes
Nothing left you can take

(I am that which consumes me
All that I breathe is what entombs me)

I haven’t balled since 2011
But I been tryna dunk on you motherfuckers since I was seven
Can’t get in front of them, can’t get in front of them
Gotta get guns on ‘em
I am the antichrist
I am that power that enslaves you to your device
I am the distance we defend
Between neighbors, between friends