[Verse 1: Patrick Zae]

Mercy, mercy you

Sundaes so sweet

Serve 'em up the Season 2

This is what we do

Said they murder me

But I never heard of you

But they never heard of me Zae

Never heard the peach state

Give more than b-grade, these days

These lames get the replays

Heathen might pull up to your church

Turn up with the DJs

That's my BFF

Girl you need less dress

I'm a beast

Yes, please unleash them breasts

So tell me what you settle for?

Cause you could wet the floor listening to all the metaphors

Girl, my catalog

More than likely give your man a call

Had to call it off

All I really want is head of course

Yeah, young Ichabod

Give my dick a five

We could do it all

Renaissance man with the dimes

[Hook: Scum Jones]

Make no mistake, bitch I need you to fuck

I need more weed in the blunt, bitch I've blessed you before

I got two bitches by my side and they both 'bout to roll

Let the drawers hit the floor, bitch I'm bad to the bone

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Don Rello]

Y'all busy talking them landslides

While I capsize your boat

Soul go pitch black

You see bat's eyes

I'm vampire cold

As I tiptoe'va that window sill

I begin to feel as though

I've been dipping low as the pendulum

Swinging inches from my nose

Flipping tricks'll get me thrown in a cell

So I chose to spit the flow

Long as I hit the bowl the song spits itself

That's why the shit you hear is so dope

As I look across the table

Eyeballing Satan on his throne

I locked my demons in my head case

In case my angels lost control

Swear, don't

[Hook: Scum Jones]

[Verse 3: Scum Jones]

Say a Prayer

For the king

All alone

On his throne

I need to be better, I tangoed with demons for cheddar, my Range Ro' was leased from the devil

Can't keep it together, my papa said Jesus my shepherd, but I saw the beast in my bezel

I'm leaning forever, my ma said don't be no Heath Ledger, OD they throw me on a stretcher

I need it, whatever, these coke-addled fiends on my dresser, it's cool, we'll be heathens together

I see with the liquor, these people just need me for press, I delete with a Ki of the pressure

If we'd seen it better, we'd take up that key to success, and then throw to the sea for forever

My nigga don't

[Hook]