Sometimes I think I'm all alone,
On the brink waiting to fall.
Sometimes I want to preach like I'm a god.
Try to change everything we know.
It's like we're chained to the fucking floor.
It's all the same and theyre hungry for it.
Stuck in this scene they've been gunning for you.
Stuck underneath a hundred forms of rubble.
Offer my knee at the sign of troubles.
On the double take a piece maybe It might mean something.
Your come·up·pance more than lucky.
Macguffin this beat and carry you like you're luggage.
I used to have nothing, Now I go on vacaze with no budget.
I turn that PJ with buttons.
I order three steaks with honey
East Bay to London until each day starts feels like a couple.
I'm at the pre game huddles, flipping coin like a heat waves coming.
Looking at the mirror looking I'm made of money.
So nutty at the game they think I'm buggin.
I'm Too cunning tricks that fool dummies.
Take your girl now the whole room flooded.
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