[Intro]

Get somber, then I'm gone

Price is on my head, why don't you take a shot?

If my head's not taken off while I'm scrawling out these songs

Crawling up the wall, lash out at everyone

Drop the silver gun, burn the gloves, bury the one

If I land in heaven, it's gon' be a backwards fucking day

Wear this T-shirt inside out and 180

[Verse]

It's getting exhausting to want it

Failing every time I tread with caution (If you ain't fucking with Felix, what the fuck are you doing?)

Could turn on myself and do the pop shit

But I'll lose it all by being honest

I am the fly on your windshield

I am the spam call that wakes you up in your sleep

I am your nectar, I am your worth

I hold the scepter, you owe it all to me (Yo, yo, yo, this [?])

Scream into the mic and leave my throat to curdle vices that I don't want

Get somber, then I'm gone

Price is on my head, why don't you take a shot?

If my head's not taken off while I'm scrawling out these songs

Crawling up the wall, lash out at everyone

Drop the silver gun, burn the gloves, bury the one

If I land in heaven, it's gon' be a backwards fucking day

Wear this T-shirt inside out and 180, we ain't the same

It's some pins I gotta pull out this body to keep it raised

U don't see an end without a beginning so write a page

Make a moment where someone really listen to what you lay down

'Cause mass appeal is cool until the feature tour is played out

Feel like soaring every day, but I can't

Flew too close, now the sun burns what I paved

We ain't on a team, you ain't score with me, that check is fucking blank

I write saturn on it, 27, pick me up a Philly and a shake