[Verse 1: Ghostemane]

This the type'a shit that make ya head go bang

Bang bang to the wall poppin' out veins

Break a thang but it'll neva make the shit same

Too much I don't give a shit to really change things

Neva listen what another folk say

'Less he got more money comin' in than Bill Gates

Maybe then I can learn one or two things

But I'd rather take a psychedelic shroom then what got to say

Sick of having nothin' in my fridge but a thang of salad dressing and a little bit of moldy rye

Buddy told me eat a little bit of that shit

I would trip like shit said "boy you'll die"

No wonder why I never trust a soul anymore

Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth

Foth down and the goaline pass to myself like I'm Brad J. bitch, fuck everybody else

Hey hey hey, hold up mane

Bout to change the pace on you motherfuckers right quick mane

Check this shit out

This is the type of shit that'll lead to bangin' yo' head

Like my chick when she cracking the head of my bed

Is enough of it never enough for me spending my time doing nothing but shit that I dread

Never wanna wish upon another deity when I can wish upon me with never dealing with a priest

Watch that shit you say, your God ain't savin' you from shit

Sortahuman!

[Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman]

Dressed in all black and it's dark as shit

Lighten up my body, finna spark that shit

Looking for my car, where I park that shit

When I hit that joint, I hit it hard as shit

Hop out my whip, so quick we dip

I swing, I drip, I smash, I ship

I love my life, this life's a gift

Some good, some bad, its really hit or miss

We should realize this is a feeling of bliss

Straight out the bullshit, work this or solve this

I pop that piff

Whats that, whats this, whats up, what if?

Its never fucking simple, think about what you miss

That's why I say fuck a hater I ain't got time for this

Just keep it 100, its all about originality

Stay focused on the grind best believe that's my mentality

[Chorus: Supa Sortahuman]

They don't really know shit about me

Do they even really know shit about you?

Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows

How we get here, God I'm confused

They don't really know shit about me

Do they even really know shit about you?

Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows

How we get here, God I'm confused

[Verse 3: Supa Sortahuman]

God I'm confused, it's the other kinda dudes

God I'm confused, with a different kinda crew

Fuck the industry, fuck playing by the rules

Stay true, do you, do what you gotta do

Gotta stay on my grind

Gotta stay making moves

Gotta stay making tunes

Nope, I ain't got no time for the booze