[Verse: Nik Bates]

The LOST ones always on some fucked up shit

I’m the one kid you be getting fucked up with

One cut to the wrist, one love for the piff

I’m stuck. Dumb struck, and my mind is

Having orgasms. I’m laughing and grabbing

The crack and it’s dragging my head through a blackness

Spasms I have them. They random and passing

Lights flashing. I’m crashing. This magic is tragic

Snow popping up. What a surprise

Red veins in my eyes, trace the timeline

Of the night when these white lights fucked up my sight

Like right when I try one line for the high:

Lost, when I cough. And the cost of the frost

Is a lot. Getting off, when I’m washing it off

One rock and I drop, and I'm lost in the loft

Look across at the top, watch a clock melting off

Dali…