Motherfuckers they coming through with the ruckus

A bunch of butt kissing drunkards they power hungry and suckers

We suffering through the buckets and buckets of idle numbers

That never add up to nothing no matter how hard you punch them

I’m here to take it all apart and rearrange the art

Into something a little more paltry to play the part

Beats bumping through my veins yo I’m all heart

A little bit of Ozarks mixed with some low bars

Had to lower expectations to fit the bill

Living from meal to meal that’s a steal of a deal

It’s jarring, whеn did this timeline get startеd

And more importantly how did y'all get this retarded

I don’t even know what to expect anymore

All of y'all leaving the best part of it on the floor

Dirty mother fucks hollering about five second rules

On their way home to sleep it off inside a cesspool

They don’t even let us peek inside the vestibule

No rest for you leaking out our best fuel

Pay the restitution and get a recipe

And for my next illusion, we’ll pretend to set it free

Verse 2

When you climbing up the ladder that shit don’t matter

Trying to get as much done before the big splatter

It’s like a little phantom whispering inside the pattern

To wrap it all up no sense in getting all mad

That’s the cycle of life you hit it hits you back

The only way to survive is to sit and laugh

And if you’re lucky you’ll thrive it’s a roll of the dice

When you look back through eyes old and in the past

Sometimes I get that itch to rearrange the stash

Every single fucking day I’m blazing on the hash

All things in moderation they say

But they never had to deal with the shit we deal with each day

I stay calm, meditation before the storm

Faulty wiring when medication became the norm

Like dear diary what in the actual fuck is wrong?

Feeling fiery just write another fucking song

They don’t even let us peek inside the vestibule

No rest for you leaking out our best fuel

Pay the restitution and get a recipe

And for my next illusion, we’ll pretend to set it free