[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

I can barely rap, I can barely dance

I can barely laugh, I can barely hang

I need a male stripper, do a belly dance

For me and my boyfriend, that's entertainment

And I'm drunk as fuck, my nigga sucks up

I need a reason to get my bucks up

I need a reason to care about society

They need a good enough reason just to hire me

But honestly, you see, my mom can't walk

And her lungs don't work like they used to

I feel like it's my fault 'cause of music

I be saying shit that's just fucking rude and untrue, and

But truthfully, your words had damage, and it's cruel to me

But even more cruel to be dissing you

In front of niggas that pay to hear me

Sometimes I be wondering, why I been tripping off it

I should probably spend my time writing rhymes in the dentist's office

That's killing two birds in one stone

When I was younger, way before I was grown

I wanted a deal with Death Row or Rhymesayers

I'm saving my time for mics later

I might save it, depending on the shit that y'all write later

I hate writers, I hate tweets, I hate journalists

They hate truth, they hate peace; they want my niggas to burn with us

[Verse 2: Joba]

Flicking on the face of my wristwatch

Watch the time stop just to speed up, watch life unfold

And between the tick-tocks, speeding down the one-way

Fuck these signs, fuck these lights, put my life on the line

When it feel right, I'm fine, no, I'm not lying, don't ask me

I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll, just hope I don't crash it

But hey, if I do, it will be a blaze of glory

Engulfed by the manifestation of death behind me

All my life I've felt inadequate

And through the years I've dealt with tragedy after tragedy

God, send a message, send a messenger my way

Never claimed to be a saint, forgive me

Feel like the light that I was blessed with has diminished

I'm haunted by the visions of my youth turned true

I've come to expect my expectations aren't true

But I'm a master of believing my lies

And you can't break me, and I can't brake at the speed of light

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

I'm afraid to share the bed—what if she want money later?

Like she got laid off—ugh, hit my lawyer for some paper

I'm afraid to speak my pains—like, "You lucky where you at"

"You cool, but quit complaining 'bout all that"

That's why I'm showing up late

I'm not tryna be a dick, but my time is not to waste

For my shell, fuck the small talk with my sensei

Where my sense at? Four-cylinder go round

Lincoln Town Car pick me up, drop me off

I got bubble under my biceps, sneak me into the sidestep

Ego is getting sized up, I be on butterfly effect

Fuck it, I'll be myself now, tell 'em I'll take no shit now

Tell 'em they work for me now, tell 'em my tears, they bleed down

Tell 'em I work, like, what, what time for me now?

Wondering, "Who is me?" now, wondering where you been now

Lose you in crowds, I see now

Fourteen, I see 'em all inside of me now

Bank account move like speeds now, make it from ways to feed now

Thinking of ways to be everything but right now

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]

It's crazy how things feel the best when reminiscing

'Til we check ourselves

It's crazy how people who left say they feeling left out

When we step for health

Still accustomed to nights filled with solitude

I don't always remember to call goodnight

I don't always remember my altitude

I don't always remember to stop the fight

But I might check my sight, it ain't right

Yeah I know, but my strife overwhelms, every night

Until I'm forced to close my eyes

Brain disease, parasite, eating me from inside

Emotions bleed, I can't believe

How I'm sleeping through the night