Released on September 8, 2023

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[Verse 1]

One foot out of the casket

No cocaine, that was last year

Maybe on a bad day

If you'd ask me

I'd try to do the right thing

But wasn't lasting

I wonder if they noticed I was speeding

I'd even rent the bathroom for the evening

See that's a strange way

To look for meaning

I had to know that

To really see things


[Chorus]

I'm hearing faces coming from the radio

It sounds just like the exit for my show

You called a hearse in panic on the day before

Just In case I'm still the first to go

Oh oh oh oh


[Post-Chorus]

The money, I want it

The ball, I dropped it

The sidelines, I'm on it

Likе Storch, I lost it

The cars, don't got it

The drugs, my pocket

My mouth, still running

I'm saying nothing

Thе money, I want it

The ball, I dropped it

The sidelines, I'm on it

Like Storch, I lost it

The cars, don't got it

The drugs, my pocket

My mouth, still running

I'm saying nothing


[Interlude]

"I don't know"

"Is he, Is he ok?"

"I think I'm going to call someone"

"I don't think he's ok"

"Hello? Hello? Hello?"

"Are you in there?"


[Verse 2]

There's someone I don't know

It's hard to see them through the glasses

Of my own

Disillusioned little state that I've come to know

Where I'd convince myself I'm still better off alone

("Are you ok man?")

They stood outside the door for half an hour

They even had to go and call the bouncer

Is he still breathing?

Or on the powder?

They broke the door down

They won't allow it


[Chorus]

I'm hearing faces coming from the radio

It sounds just like the exit for my show

You called a hearse in panic on the day before

Just In case I'm still the first to go

Oh oh oh oh


[Post-Chorus]

The money, I want it

The ball, I dropped it

The sidelines, I'm on it

Like Storch, I lost it

The cars, don't got it

The drugs, my pocket

My mouth, still running

I'm saying nothing

The money, I want it

The ball, I dropped it

The sidelines, I'm on it

Like Storch, I lost it

The cars, don't got it

The drugs, my pocket

My mouth, still running

I'm saying nothing