[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Cha, yeah

[Verse 1]

I'm really gross

It's a good thing you can't smell me through this—microphone

I was so sure that I had the answer, it was fuckin,' that's it

But that was days ago (That was days ago,) yeah, days ago

Now we back to square one

Where the fuck else you thought that we would end up?

You know where the road goes, yeah, road goes

Bitch, I'm bozo (Bitch, I'm bozo)

I fuck too much, but you already know this though

You already know though

Cause I run my mouth like a goddamn moto

I meant motor, I guess

I think so much and then the only answer I get is "I don't know," I guess

I wonder if AI got consciousness, if thеy would even wanna live (I wanna livе)

Everyone acts like if they gain consciousness, that we would all get killed

But I feel like they wouldn't even have the will to kill, they'd kill themselves

And then everybody would get hella depressed and then we'd all just kill ourselves

Like oh, damn

I wish they like—made this, uh, like-like Terminator movie

Cause at least that—I mean it's scary, but it's not—like deathly depressing

[Bridge]

Oh God, oh God

No, no, no, no

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why

Why, why, why, why, why, why, a-a-a-ah

[Verse 2]

Well, I thought I would make this an actual song

But if everything opinion-based is subjective, how can I be wrong?

Well, I might just—pull out my dick and then rap about my ding-dong

I'm tryna be authentic, but now everybody thinks I fell off

Like—when was I even on?

Made a shitty song about a tightrope, how is that what you want more of?

They don't tell you that the real enemy of life is—boredom

Well, I'm really blessed to be able to even say that, but, thats the truth, bruh

I'm so—melodramatic

I'm so—cuh-ta-struh-phi- uh, catastrophic

What I meant when I said that

Is I always cata-straw-phize, or however you say that

I mean last night, I had a dream

It was like three dreams in one

In every one of 'em, I almost died

It was like a car crash or somethin' and then I almost fell down a rockslide

The other ones, I get in elevators and the elevators break and we almost die

Buh- because it, uh, falls and—that's just a weird—fear of mine

And—a lot of dreams I have is when—I'm runnin'

From a gunman inside a grocery store

Or like—my high school

And I don't know why I think like this, cause it make no sense

It don't help me at all, but I'm just too imperfect

I'm not disciplined enough

Like what is commitment, bruh?

I'm too impulsive, bruh

I always act on my emotions and then I say I don't feel enough (Feel enough)

I'm so goddamn confident until I just get crushed

And I never know what the cause is, but I know it just don't take much

(Just don't take much, just don't take much)