Y'all are making autocorrected music I almost missed us making already dead music In debt to remember Ain't mentally stable Diggin' in sacks What a damn shame You damn langs What happens when my few minutes of fame corrupt? I'm sure convinced, but shut up Talk sh** Telling me my music really f**in' s**s Cause of f**in' luck I evolve at a constant rate of change As I quickly snatch a quarter of the profit I wonder what I'll earn off it Hit the hatchet No burden asked it No one's asked to offer them cheese You gotta stop and you can't Citgo stop and look at the countryside Compliment's gonna fly Getting life on the high tide Score sporting apparel from friends Think that it's quality still It's what your consolation does Simultaneous starting sales Gettin' pale Tailgatin' to the moon Must've got your thoughts trapped inside an orb Invaded artists Literally nothing really exists Infinite space Illiterate as all the other cool cats Think what he's spitting sh** So fitting, sh**wad Take a double dip into indoor swimming pools (très) Fuzzy image over another's opinion A fake story Just remember it's in a lake f** the tenants, hear the shake Wonderin' why this is a little weird Or ravin' such a ruckus Well f** us I'm just a little kid from a little town But once again as we've seen It's just playin' around Silence See the sound poundin' As the heart beats loud In the dead soul of a demon Didn't realize it that he was dreamin' Must've woke up From extended slumber And then fantasy stuck Like a total nightmare unfurls Black wings Nighttime is here Fear