[Verse 1]
I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is
[Pre-Chorus]
Self-imitating, trust the dying breed
Yeah, the pitch I made has been
[Chorus]
On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired, you trust in
Without fear, you borrow
[Verse 2]
My world of one
Speak up the good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offense is borrowed
[Pre-Chorus]
Self-imitating, trust the dying breed
Yeah, the pitch I made has been
[Chorus]
On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired, you trust in
Without fear, you borrow