[Verse 1]

Hol up

I ain't been chillin for a minute now

I been admitted, can’t resist the pain of giving out

I will be sitting out

Of any meeting ‘bout my mental health, I'm in the clouds

Chilling with all of demons, I'm never receiving the graces

I’m winning 'em now

Hitting the diner with homies, im saving the cries 'til it's later

I'm chilling em now

Turn it around, break my legs, this ain't a bad life

Hitting the town, save my efforts for a bad night

Microphonic monarchy monopolizing monetary

Honoring a special code of absolute debauchery

My nonsense everlasting

Stab a back and get a sense of who we is and who we playing with

You'll end up without honor, b!

I'm on the balcony !

Convince myself of sending it

Or spitting on a track to rid the voices that are plaguing it

Same sense guilt ridden victim of insolence

Itching for an answer never itching for the pen again

[Hook]

We making moves with no purpose

Lost in inner manic shit, defensive with a burden

You ever end up on the floor sweating

Horror sets in

Grandiose deflects the pressure

More ascension more aggression

We making moves with no purpose

Lost in inner manic shit, defensive with a burden

The eye of the storm is the one I won’t look into

Connection with the weather never led to fixing issues

[Verse 2: ItsDisbelief]

Yo

Baby get out the way

Woulda gave it all for you, now I’m saving my change

{eople treating friends like stock exchange

Man, life gets messy tryna wash off stains

Yuh, yo

And I say that I respect you

Begging for eye contact, I don't get you

I don’t get none, tryna figure it out

When all is said done win a silver amount

Put a bullet through my, skull

Cut myself, hit the dougie be like, woah

Spill my heart to you, message back like

Oh

Healous Judas sell me out for some dough

I ain't never been the type of person perfect

Put on pedestal

Perving for a piece of person

Never wan persuade or pull

I ain't never tried to sever head, but maybe I don't need it

Thirsting pull on threads, birds chirping, I ain’t see it

[Hook]

We making moves with no purpose

Lost in inner manic shit, defensive with a burden

You ever end up on the floor sweating

Horror sets in

Grandiose deflects the pressure

More ascension more aggression

We making moves with no purpose

Lost in inner manic shit, defensive with a burden

The eye of the storm is the one I won't look into

Connection with the weather never led to fixing issues