[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]

Yeah, sim simma

The nights get dimmer, the ice still shimmer

The lights still flicker, dome keep spinning

My home seem different, I can’t come get you

I might ride with you

Goodbye, good riddance, the mind keep pounding

A line like riddim, godlike vision

I write my scripture, I wash my linens

Bitch get up

My high won’t let up

This time bomb is a lifelong vendetta

Can’t imagine what it take to lift my head up

They never gon’ get us

It’s all set up for this falling out

We just want an out, they might not let us

So I set on a nice lil level

A slice of heaven, I might not get on

[Chorus: Jon Waltz]

Feet don’t fail me now

Cause it feels like heaven, right now

Next minute I’ll be screaming out the rooftops

I’m in a bad mood, yeah

Spit at you like Tupac

I been feeling rude, yeah

I been feeling rude

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]

She got a bad attitude and chew Doublemint

Fuck a handshake, finger lace, need a covenant

Which risks can a man take before the punishment

Hard time trusting all my lovers and the government

If I made a dime, all my brothers know I cut em in

I think it was the what if’s and maybes that prolly done em in

Few months ago, I know I said that I’d be done again

I took a second, fucked it out, I’m saying I’m the one again

Here I go, walk a tightrope with a gun in hand

You prolly knew me as the funny man

You never laughed until your ass knew me as the money man

A hundred thousand cash ain’t stop the tragedy from coming in

And nothing’s fun again

It’s right before the crash you start to think about the sun again

And how you spent the last two hundred days inside the past

And had the present kick your ass, the future you gon’ need a supplement

You screaming bad luck, and you ain’t even know you summoned it