[Verse 1] I'll eat the mud I'll s** the sun out of the sky, puncture the clouds. When I'm throwing down it won't make a sound. Below the bed, under the ground. When I fought the night it stayed asleep. It didn't move, the dark is cheap. [Verse 2] I'm braiding hair, braiding it well. My father taught me, and now I can tell when I'm asleep and when I'm awake. I'm not afraid, this dirt is fake.