[Verse] At the tender age of 18, I was caught in the scene Selling spice, hacking accounts, being real mean Thought I had it all figured out, living on the edge But little did I know, it was hanging by a thread [Verse 2] Sending cripple monkeys just to walk across town A twisted show, making waves without a sound Hacking with laughter, having a ball Sending guys to pick up rocks, watching them all fall [Chorus] It was a fire, selling washers and dryers Boy scouts dropping off trees, fulfilling my desires Oh, I know there's a place after life where I'll go But with no regrets, I never wanna leave this show
