[Verse]

It's the cycle

Can't go back to the style

Of before or they'll go wild

Like it's the end of it awhile

I'm over here living some fake life

What the hell do I do, I can't even think right

It's the cycle of this world

What to do with it, I'm not sure

But I know that to think of it

I think that this isn't a gift

I think that this is absolute *shit*

And that this cycle of release dates and drum kits and leased waits and good wits is soon to never end

A non-mechanical life was good while it lasted

And I know that it will only return faster

And nowadays I don't have someone to back me but I still back her

They always dumb me down to some damn rapper

They always want to throw me away like some damn wrapper

But they still get hit with greatness even after

Sometimes I can't stand it, they want me to jump the rafters

“You've been well known all along, what's your deal?”

Problem is, all that notoriety never needed to feel real

Resort my life to some film reel

If something bad happens, cut it out and conceal

And when it's finished, put it in a seal and send it to get a million dollar deal

That is if they can live that long, 'cause I'm immortal

I'm immoral

That's more like it