[Intro] (Smooth Jazz Saxophone solo - Lo-fi filter) (Vinyl crackle) (Soft spoken) Yeah... Just watch the time fly by. Another day, another death. [Verse 1] (Flow: Melodic, Sing-Song Rap, Laidback) Watchin' the seasons change, rearrange, lookin' strange Stuck in the same range, deranged, spare change? Nothin' left in the pocket, ripped the plug out the socket Eye balls deep in the socket, takin' off like a rocket But I ain't goin' nowhere, stuck in the chair, pullin' out hair Life ain't fair, yeah, I know, I don't care! Smokin' on pesticide, committin' insecticide Rotten inside, nowhere left to hide Remember the glory days? Now it's a blurry haze Stuck in a maze, settin' the fuckin' roof ablaze Bitches used to call, now they don't even stall Watchin' the kingdom fall, backed against the wall [Chorus] (Flow: Melodic, Sad, Smooth) As the years rot away... I’m turnin' gray, fading into the clay Damage is done, staring at the settin' sun Nowhere to run, grab the mothafuckin' gun It’s a Putrid life, sleepin' with the knife Misery is the wife, endin' all the strife (Yeah, endin' all the strife...) [Break] (Saxophone melody loops) (Heavy bass kick enters) [Verse 2] (Flow: Double-time but smooth, Intricate Rhymes) Okay, **gravity** pullin' me into the **cavity** Filled with **depravity**, losin' my **sanity**, oh the **humanity**! **Vanity** mirror is crackin', the demons attackin', I’m catchin' 'em **lackin'** What are you **packin'**? I’m **stackin'** the bodies, the lobby is **macky**? (Nah) **Sloppy** and **choppy**, the floppy disk memory **copy** Smokin' the **poppy**, I’m feelin' so **groggy**, the weather is **foggy** Time is a **thief**, smokin' the **leaf**, get no **relief** Short is the **brief**, drowned in the **grief**, chief of the **reef** Used to be young and dumb, now I’m just old and numb Pick up the crumb, bang on the drum, look at the scum Waiting for death to come, sippin' on 151 Bitch, I am fucking done! [Chorus] (Flow: Melodic, Sad, Smooth) As the years rot away... I’m turnin' gray, fading into the clay Damage is done, staring at the settin' sun Nowhere to run, grab the mothafuckin' gun It’s a Putrid life, sleepin' with the knife Misery is the wife, endin' all the strife (Yeah, endin' all the strife...) [Outro] (Saxophone solo fades out) (Spoken) Rotting away... Just rotting away. (Silence)