[Hook: Rav]

Look, I don't know (I don't know)

Why and which way I should go

But I don't care about nada

Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy

And though the road is cold (road is cold)

My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold

Still puffing on marijuana

I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna

(R-A-V) Ayy

[Verse 1: Rav]

These numbers won't feed your ego forever (nah)

The hole within you goes deeper than ever (yeah)

Reason been fleeting the people (yeah)

Cheated, mistreated, it's feeble (yeah)

Tweeting to reason an evil (yeah)

Perceived as the truth or see-through

But that's what we do

That's the new groove, apparently

Truth on the news look like YouTuber parody

And either you partake in the fruits of calamity

Or get cooked on the side in a soup full of apathy

We seem to struggle with non-binary dilemmas

Seeing colors between the lines, we hide from them forever

Then highlighting endeavors when inconvenient for our narratives

But we so bewildered when some see through our arrogance

Look, I got no time

To be fucking with y'all

You suckas shut, withdraw

And they say I don't get it but I get it, I get it, I got it

I don't care about anything, anything that I oughta, but

[Hook: Rav]

Look, I don't know (I don't know)

Why and which way I should go

But I don't care about nada

Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy

And though the road is cold (road is cold)

My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold

Still puffing on marijuana

I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy

[Verse 2: Kill Bill]

Yo, it's been a couple minutes since I stopped keeping count

We used to burn tree and like, not leave the house

Now it's all gucci, bump Gucci in the whip

Whole lotta gang shit, I'm so schooly with the shits

I ain't tripping, I used to do my fair share of falling down

Man, that's so Bill to make an air chair to walk around (hehe)

Imaginary places

Dropped a little acid, start acting very basic

Next thing

Hit 'em with the check swing, a new sound

Best kind of move with the slowest kind of cooldown

Hoe I'm Majin Buu'd now, what about the Dragon Balls?

The last two sagas, they were not about the Dragon Balls

Acting raw sushi on a bed of rice

Brain fucked up, now I gotta learn my lessons twice

Feeling something like a masochist

Life's panning out like the dumbest kind of disaster flick

It's crazy, all my days lazy

PlayerUnknown, everybody tryna play me

I'm just background noise, with my background voice

Shit is subtle as a brick

Let's make these raps sound coy, I spit sickness

See homie, you are not woke

Try to fucking sub me, I be flying off the top rope

That's elbow drops

I think I'm Shawn Michaels

Fresh Velcro shots

I'm fresh to death, that's on Bible, I don't buy it

[Hook: Rav]

Look, I don't know (I don't know)

Why and which way I should go

But I don't care about nada

Your fear and despair ain't my product, ayy

And though the road is cold (road is cold)

My toes stay warm, my soles made of gold

Still puffing on marijuana

I'm gon' close my eyes when I wanna, ayy

[Sample: Ghost Stories]

Satsuki: Who's gonna take care of these little bastards!?

Hajime: Hey, I've got an idea, let's end this episode with a happy moral

Leo: Like if you leave children behind, pay your child support on time

Hajime: Deadbeat dads are not cool!