[Intro]
Haway
Ladies and Gentlemen
Weighing in at a combined 350 pounds
Standing 12 feet 9 inches tall
From Boulder, Colora—
3OH!3
3OH!3
3OH!
[Chorus: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte]
Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb
Sick of feeling like we're living by the gun
Over being cautious under all the stress
Drowning in the bullsh*t with this last breath
[Verse 1: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte]
Things have gone and changed up, yeah
Used to have a top eight, yeah
Now I got this sinking feeling
Bite down while the snake skin's peeling
We right here
Petey Pablo gonna spin his shirt like a helicopter
You can take it off
Rub it on your skin like some peanut bu*ter, spread it on, lick it off
Wait right there, woo, take a second look around
Who's gonna be the one you're gonna trust
When your metal fingers rust
And you're digging deeper, deeper underground, underground?
[Chorus: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte]
Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb
Sick of feeling like we're living by the gun
Over being cautious under all the stress
Drowning in the bullsh*t with this last breath
[Verse 2: Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte]
Switch the hitter for the pitcher, yeah
Sell the soul and get much richer, yeah
Now I got this chipped-up shoulder
Redder than the Devil's bo*er
We right here
Natty drop a beat on your face like an older brother
You can soak it in
Put it in your mouth like a vitamin, su*k it in, spit it out
Don't move so fast, psych
Maybe you should pick it up, speed it up, show me that you give a fu*k
'Cause I been sitting here waiting
Waiting on your boyfriend to eat him up, eat him up, eat him up