(Verse 1)

Flooring in florence

In a forien import

Do sum’

You got goosebumps

Lets get loose son

I'll be making you run

I don't think you know the truth

If you knew what i do

Your brains would be through Your skull

Think it's a lie?

I'm on the brink

Of sinking my guy

Im blinking

My eyes

Are all wide

In Disbelief

History

Does repeat

Trapped in a loop

Im attracted to loot

I would hop through some hoops

Just to hop in the booth

If that isn't true (x2)

(Verse 2)

Suicide doors

Are new to my whores

It's true i ignore

Who is important

More than i should

Suck the soul out my dick guess im mourning (morning) my wood

Fuck i got bars the currupred

Construction

Destruction

Its sucks

Let's avoid it

The void it

Is growing