[Verse 1]

I jump into my socks

I jump outta my box

That is self made afterwards

I jump headfirst in

Seldom do i do the line before

That shit asinine and more

I jump if i dont know it

Fighting and I'm flying till the student is a poet

Confines are fine but if it's mine i'll outgrow it

Anything that is restricting imma break out of or show it

Stubborn from the jump

Bumpin Lil Pump

Jumper teleporting my focus from any one thing to another

As a rate of 5280 feet a minute now

Rolling doobies up hearing bout the cut but I'm in it now

Turn a head and spin it now

Left or right behind the wheel

How im 'posed to begin it now

Nerdy as a motherfucker just like every other part

Of it all, love it all

Ur equal to me do not pretend that ur above it all

Covet all, what a sin

Easy confiscatin' that

So i can assume the world leaders know where satan's at

Prolly know his coordinates in longitude and lattitude

Prolly chill with him so pardon my having an attitude

As well MIGHT

As well JUMP

Around this house of pain like this world ain't a DUMP

Jordan with the jumper if the games to play pretend

So now I'm undercover tryna make this bullshit say the end

[Chorus]

Two bands on me, I ain't talkin' bout the money

Two bright ones, I ain't talkin' bout the sunny ass

Days with the haze in my lung all day

Haze in my lung all day

Two bands on me, I ain't talkin' bout the money

Two bright ones, I ain't talkin' bout the sunny ass

Days with the haze in my lung all day

Haze in my lung all day

Ya

[Verse 2]

Breaking doubt, breaking out, break away, break it in

Don't mind if I, the fly reply-less loser, do making win

After win fabricate up out the fucking air in a jiffy

Unaware stare hippy keeping care level iffy

Level up

They level off when I do

Offing thy crew

Offering no mercy be the very often high lu

I do this often but it's not the fucking often I knew

I'm still knocking while u was talkin' shit and scoffin' I grew

Coffin-ing YOU

Cough cough, ain't even silver in ur lining

Line up with my crosshairs and begin ur resigning

What I tell to followers of you

That's if you

To be foe

Apropos

Of yo dry

2D flow

Oh my damn

I demand

My fucking money in my hand

And I promise I won't use it on anything that important

Pick apart my sanity with apathy and poor print

Of my "oh my word" word helping out when yours didn't

Stones and sticks quips, and crooked specs

Abstract (abs tracked) like 6 chips under my pecs

I brainstorm wherever lightning and thunder directs

I'll dissect sets getting in the way of it too sir

Wayward as a BITCH, and u know that's for true sir

Backpack and a dub, u know what it do sir

I'm 37 victors way before I'm a lu sir

I'll be valedictorian while u need a tutor

[Chorus]

Two bands on me, I ain't talkin' bout the money

Two bright ones, I ain't talkin' bout the sunny ass

Days with the haze in my lung all day

Haze in my lung all day

Two bands on me, I ain't talkin' bout the money

Two bright ones, I ain't talkin' bout the sunny ass

Days with the haze in my lung all day

Haze in my lung all day

Ya