[Verse 1] I’m cutting the line, yeah, I’m severing ties I’m tired of reading the distortion in your gaze You’re hovering ‘round like a specter in the hall Waiting for me to just stumble or fall You call it a hustle, I call it a drain Just a hollowed-out ring inside of your brain [Chorus] I don’t know the difference between a crack whore and a meth head But you’re fucking both, yeah, you’re fucking both I watch you nodding while you’re trying to figure out how to rob me You’re fucking both, you waste of space [Verse 2] You’re talking that loyalty, painting it gold While you’re inventorying everything that you’ve sold The "I’m here for you" mantra is wearing so thin It’s a serpent’s disguise that you’re living within Eyes half-closed but your hands hit the snare Searching for loot in the vacancy there [Bridge] Mask slipping down, piece by piece You’re begging for war when you should’ve sought peace The nodding, the plotting, the theft in the dark You’re just a match looking for a spark [Outro] Still trying to rob me? Yeah, you’re both. [Feedback swells and cuts to silence]
