Exits Exist

By Mat Lee

On Graftwerks

Released on December 31, 2025

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Motherfuckers they be walking through town

They looking all around up and down no one to be found

I start to wander rebound to get my bearings in order

Another great city lost to mental disorder

Sure I bet at first legalizing all the drugs

Sounded like a great idea but that wasn’t quite what it was

And what it really is dealing with insidious minions

Idiots throwing fits bigger than the little kids

They flying back and forth to the island

Catch 'em red handed but they always rely on

The public buying up all the fake news

Whatever it takes to keep asses in the pews

This shit is like gas and a fuse when they have to refuse

And all y’all do is write a bunch of bad reviews

Blasting the truth falling on deaf ears

The facts of the matter don’t seem to matter here

People always say we’re too big to fail

Until the sails roll up and the pirates have bailed

And the liars prevail when they mistake your bonus

X marks the spot on that ass where they own us

VERSE 2

At the rate we’re going nobody survives

These nine to five vibes unlock the demon inside

I’m like a fiend in the night we going after tea cups

Just try not to get the blood all over these prenups

Feeling like a genius back in the scenics

Trying to take it all in imagine the remix

Civilized to death guess we needed the hindsight

When we fucked over our best chance at a life line

Fuck it though yo, we’ll just do what we always do

Procrastinate until the night before the order’s due

Pass the blame down to the office at the avenue

And have a few on the take rubber stamp and pass it through

Let the latitude dictate how great the platitudes

That’s the best way to get max performance out of you

Without the bad attitude or else they’ll get mad at you

I swear I’m like this close to battle proof

People always say we’re too big to fail

Until the sails roll up and the pirates have bailed

And the liars prevail when they mistake your bonus

X marks the spot on that ass where they own us