Fell asleep, hoping that you’d never wake

Funerals on zoom without their set dates

Running off of fumes since eleventh grade

10,000 hours and it’s still feeling like second rate

Meditate, set it straight, still slanted

Doc opping full Luger with the Lex, chilled frantic

Pills like bullets, dry pullin all of thy feelings

Outside looking numb, inside spun out on my ceiling

Man made fan blade snapping from inertia

Fuck around wallowing, the past is gonna hurt ya

Gotta Future like Hendrix, these drugs are gonna murk ya

Demons in the froth doth not outwork ya

How to pеrc up without the sets

In a dungeon with somе iron, getting to the reps

Living to the next fire then extinguishing

Digging deep, keeping the will you’re not relinquishing

That or street sweeping, releasing that delinquent shit

Call them up and tell them ayo, we should link a bit

Never tried the Yayo, but been feeling Tony

Moving units in unison by the g slowly

Sun chasing get set ablaze and it’s peace, homie

Chunk a deuce and pour a four out if you see Kobe

Time fractured like a hairline it's receding slowly

Taking all of it day by day to complete the whole week

Til' we're feeling holy

And if I wake before I die it’d be a first

Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse

A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t

Symptomatic of calling out whoever stood in

And if I die before I wake it’d be a first

Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse

A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t

Symptomatic of calling out imposters that had stood in