[Verse 1: PremRock]

Uh, he said it's all reactionary

The same four walls, only the captains vary

Go and wipe the slate clean, mammy

Pick the plate clean, arrive late to the scene

But on time for debating the dream

Not only sip the Kool-Aid, you damn near licked the ladle clean

I don't believe in lead character, perhaps it's more charisma

To ensnare to what's been flaring up and watch a fake [?]

Down with the ship, I guess, lately that's a theme

I baritonе pattern burst through the Florida room

And sick it how I see it, skirting on the north of doom

Dеclare your own action first, a real who's who or who's due

Or who's the crew that's more attuned

No punches thrown, I show up to the luncheon stoned

Battle comes in bunches, feel the psalm like Smashing Pumpkins tunes

And the function's flumping one thumb, I'm on the move

It felt rather novel, even cowgirls get the blues

Dress that wound that's been opened up, but make it fashion

Clothe this of broken shrug, departed for this break in action

Your empathy get token, I can tell the way you hold it up

So go ahead and hold it up

I'm sitting at the zenith, peaceful, retract the leases with the demons

I wish I hadn't seen it like most sequels

Believe it or not, bulimic, we do bleed for what we know

Soft-spoken though, you should see him at a show

[Chorus: PremRock, & Curly Castro]

And I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

Yeah, I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

And I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

Me, I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who we fuck with

[Verse 2: PremRock]

Tickled pink, grateful dead, ripple through the ink

Chose to blame it on his faith, instead laid crippled on the vista

It just was, ambition brought him to the brink

But God left him hanging on the fist bump

It's tough, let it pour product of that Marshawn

And I'm late for the wedding address written on his palm

And the sunset in the cold bathe for a lush set

And the beats raking in coal, plus this dust intrepid

Kinda taking them back though where the dust was settling

Paranoia in the soil, distrust in the bloodletting

Perhaps it's been forsaken or been taken as a toll

Scrappin' the morbid statement, maybe he's the same

You can store it as scorn or use it as payment for the troll

And that's some bridge-burning, we can learn from its glow

The unabridged version, you know?

Regrets lined up like murderers' row, yo

[Chorus: PremRock & Zilla Rocca]

And I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

And I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with

And I know it sounds reductive

But I'd be careful who I fuck with