[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]

Life is such an arcade

And you deserve the fall for the summer you gave

It's eating you alive, but it’s something you crave

Here's a brainstorm, don't rain on my parade

Can’t count a million times

You credit my love but it's easy to decline

If I say I don't mind, don't treat me like a mime

'Cause these translucent walls only see the outside

And I choose plain sight

I'm good at wearing masks, plus it's easier to hide

Brown water in my flask, guess who's bringing in the tide

And I fell under your light

Was supposed to bring me fire, but instead, it’s Fahrenheit

You are not the person that I met the other night

And I think I need to see a reverend

But I don’t pray to who He message

And I think I need another beverage

'Cause blacking out is so fluorescent

I’m a fuck up, it comes naturally

So you slow it down, to match my speed

You're a fuck up, it comes naturally

So I slow it down, to match your speed

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

I'm a fuck up on the low

But I don't give a fuck on the high

And it come naturally

And it come naturally (Ayy)

I can’t even lie on a song

I can't even lie, like, why?

And it come naturally

And it come naturally

I fuck up the beat, get bobbing, I feel like Ricky Bobby

Got my hands full, I'm invested, but got one foot in the coffin

I been dancing with the devil, but she ain't got no moves

Might dabble with rapping, but that's all that you can do

And there's a whole lot of Clarence, but y'all ain't got the shoes

Been walking these miles, I got nothing left to prove

In a world full of fakes, guess everyone the same

But I don't like like anybody, I'll be on my way

I got my voodoo baby with me, Marcus gonna hate that

Made the beat then murdered it, call this verse the payback

And life ain't got no take-backs, all you eat is take-out

You ain't seen no Outback that ain't placed in front a Steakhouse

And you should see my crib, it's bigger than your head

And I might fuck up things, but you'd fuck anything that lives

Must be a sad-boy epidemic, now please get out my mentions

If you won't go the distance, then you'll never make no difference

You subtract with no addition, we in different divisions

You talk while I record and that's the motherfucking difference

Still ain't figured out my limits, but me I keep on pushing

Buttons getting pressed, but my controller in the cushions

'Cause I really live this life, you living out of spite

I do it 'cause I can, you do it only for the likes

And this a blueprint for the future, ain't no room for your hubris

And I might be a fuck up, but, I'm fucking good at music

You a groupie