[Intro]

Aye

Mmm, aye

Oh, aye, aye, aye

Getting me but I- oh

Getting to-

Getting to me but I'm past it

Aye, yo

[Verse 1]

Getting to me but I’m past it

For law 'n' no reborn from the hardships

World tax in the desolate

So I keep some space

For your brace and your relevance

Why you gotta go there?

You ain’t even fiend

It's the pale blue palace stay appealing

Sleeping

I oscillate through the evenings

Never been a genius but

It don't make me a demon (Uh)

Hair painted like my face, getting old

Yellow mold turned gold

Don't believe what you was told

Would have steeped above the surface but

It was cold

(It was cold)

[Outro]

Seven !