[Intro]

Eh, heh, eh, eh-heh (That's weird)

Eh-eh, oh yeah

Syrin— Syringe

[Verse]

Tryna find something to make, can't make it anymore, ayy

Most of the time I think of that, I suffer brain damage

Lack of understanding, my reasoning for most of this

Not looking for no damn advice, I'd rather let my fingers shed

Speaking a clue and hoping that you'd get the fucking message

Mentally fucked until I'm at that place, 'til then I'm reckless

Working so fast, you cannot catch up and you making messes

Don't play the tame one and let you walking with the arm around it

You fucking it up, nobody is really understanding

Day after day, I'm always full of coffee I injected

Don't clear your eyes when you can't visualize the fucking message

Sound of Irritation came and went like cauterization

Hell nah, hell nah, smelling like trash cans

Smelling like fish, then I throw it away

Chillin' today, ayy

Fuck a couple years, fuck a couple breaths

Motherfucker, get to fuckin' killin' shit

Damn, I am

Now, I don't know what to do next, uh

Fuck, bitch, I'm stuck in a place I can't touch

I'ma get all of us out the bullshit fuckin' mud, uh

I don't do drugs (Fuck all the Xanax), fuck all the Xanax

Fuck outta here with dumb shit

Fuck up some dumb shit, fuck all the ratchets

Fuck all the ratchets

Fuck all the ratchets

Bitch, I make fun on my own

Bitch, I make—

Fuck all the churches, fuck all the churches

Blaming Satan, what did the cunt do?

[Outro]

Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah, yeah, ah, uh

Ah, uh, uh

Fuck this, fuck this