Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

They say I'm negative ’cause I expect the worst

Red alert, it's been hell on Earth

I'd rather live in the sky instead of dead in dirt

You won’t know what heaven's worth until you know what hell is first

Idle hands make the devil work

Idolize false prophets, googling net-worth's

The net ain't worth nothing, it's a smokescreen

Screen-staring, wondering why your neck is hurt, and you ain't got no green

I just laugh at the whole thing

Leave it to the spider to untangle thе web

We think we alright but wе're isosceles, too equal, no angles is left

Chopping samples 'till I realized I’m the sample instead

Lead by example and your camp will get fed

You lie on kings you’ll either die from the fall or get trampled to death

I'll never call, I’ll never answer your texts

I give my all to the people I love, music gets half of what's left

Meanwhile, they're trying to cancel my breath

I don't wanna go to work

But I’ve got to go to work

Acting real extra for an introvert

Don't forget who said it first

Idle hands make the devil work

I never said it never hurts

Idle hands make the devil work

Lately it feels like we've been cursed

Idle hands make the devil work

Devil's lettuce getting burnt

Idle hands make the devil work

Everyone wants it, you've got to get it first

Now you've got to get this work

You're getting beta-fied by the alphabets

I been verified, that's without a check

Outside, never terrified about a threat

Bet I'll be home when they slide, like Jason Varitek

Very technical, I'll let the Tec erase you

Dewy decimal, how I arrange the paper

Peruse the vestibule, this frame is ancient

Ain't you the same one hating, coming back

Praying I save you every time you're fake in danger

Dangerous mind, I smoke the most flavorous kind, I hope it saves me this time

No telling where my heart's at when my brain's intertwined

That's just the way I'm designed, beware of these angel dust rhymes

Not from the jungle, but I swang from the vines

I'm pourin' vino, breaking bud up

My bitch speaking broken English

Tip the hostess and the busboy, the most distinguished

Far from broke and fiendish

Truths and a lie, they're trying to play both sides like Newt Gingrich

I don't wanna go to work

But I've gotta go to work

Acting real extra for an introvert

Don't forget who said it first

Idle hands make the devil work

I never said it never hurts

Idle hands make the devil work

Lately it feels like we've been cursed

Idle hands make the devil work

Devil's lettuce gettin' burnt

Idle hands make the devil work

Everyone wants it, you've gotta get it first

Now you've gotta get this work