//verse 1
man stop worrying
start living thinking in the now
not in an era type of sense
but like you sitting on your couch
complete some simple tasks for cash
and see it leave you in a bounce
I know you living way to fast
go chase some ass to slow you down
how we goin create hate
and let it eat our mental out
I don't want to feel shit
the deaths I count from word of mouth
I believe in different lines than you
so I'ma wreck yo house
you'll be lucky if you see the truth
but truth from who? who counts?

whos counting the sinners
whos counting the innos
any born without a horn
learn to speak in a hymn note
we set the pews just how you like it
straight in attention
so you can listen when the
deacon up start ask for pensions
I mean they love thy neighbor and and never covet shit
built a society on coveting don't tell me spit
living for somebody else and not yourself ain't it
you're really too fake to quit you're really too in to dip

//hook
how can they keep talking about what's to come
I see workaholics working off work for the fun

//verse 2
how we born into some competition make us hostile
I feel like I'm drake Im flowing off this is like it's Pop Style
nothing sacred it's the fragrance new world it's the probable
outcome of the hate I don't relate it's not an optional
how you care that great to dislocate the earth it's palpable
I speak from experience lean drink and Im hearing shit
mean clean and I'm gearing it shift like I'm The Furious
Flapping I got no barriers probably dead by some characters
EB telling me to care again Vad wanna hear me sing again
birds on the scene to sing again I hate to hear a ten
I like to outdo myself and perfect is a period
I know I can make some better shit just give me what I said
I never like to repeat I like to shelf old theories bitch
coming right back with the fire
I'm a liar I got heat
I can beat any most other writer
with a ghoul with a ghost
and I don't need a lighter
I see fakes in the dark
sniff em out 'fore the miner
stuck the hit I flipped the switch
my music generosity
I'll make it quick the trick to it
is quality not quantity
Watch me lick the sky
I hit the blunt like twenty times
I guess I rolled another one
or maybe two or maybe five
I 'member back in twenty five
at grandpas house I felt alive
I never thought that I could live
but always knew that I could die