Right, right, right, right, right, right. No time for me Fine, I get it, crow minds like mine Know silent minutes, cold eyes closed fry cryogenic Low lines fine Align the digits, supply whole mines, Why fly with pigeons? oh that's right, solo kind of vicious almost home then I find 'em slipping, almost home then I find 'em sniffin See that truth In the feedback loop, every seed I grew Interweave my noose, Feet hang loose as I meet my dues as I meet my dues. [Speaker changed] Deuce deuce Deuce deuce [Speaker changed] Why can't I deny you from the burner on the back Or is that diluted thinking like you'd ever want me back? Caught up in a fantasy I can't deduce the facts, constantly insanity, Drew grew to attached Why can't I deny you from the burner on the back Or is that diluted thinking like you'd ever want me back? Caught up in a fantasy I can't deduce the facts, constantly insanity Drew grew to attach. [Speaker changed] Drew, drew grew too attached Drew, drew grew to attach Drew grew too attached Drew, drew grew to attach Drew grew too attached Drew grew to attach If I make another track maybe, I'll get validated Someone who is special say they're super glad I made it Damn. Man that creative Makes my day each time you play it Ass an antonym to the hassle Pass go, but make sure that you get paid kid What you got is really something Magic law bent average (I wasn’t sure what it said so I took it over to BandLab and and removed the vocal stems and slowed it down so I could hear it and I’m pretty sure that that’s what it said if not my my bad) Keanuhey keep stuntin (stunting stunting stunting stunting stunting) Keanuhey keep stuntin (son, son, son, son, son, son) Keanuhey keep stuntin (son, son, son, son, son, son) Call me, call me, call me, call me, call me call me [DEEP DISTORTED VOICE] —-SCARED WHYTE ! [tired/alarmed] Someone practiced necromancy Brought back my asshole alter Waltzing in like nothing happened Offers me some candy [DEEP DISTORTED VOICE] FEED YOUR HABITS ANDY! [tired] This lens of perception Got put to bed for ages It’s my closest friends agenda(..Andy, Andy) And it’s full of empty pages (—-Andy..andy..andy …andy) I am the liquor, Randy (Randy Randy Randy Randy Randy) I need some thinking drinking (Drinking, drinking drinking drinking) Shit it’s been a while since the last time I got wasted How bout today kid? I’d rather see my child maybe take her on vacation Shit, I can’t remember the last time I talked to Grayson (It can wait!) One way spiral where i landed Somewhere shallow with these mannequins It feels so fucking vacant Unknown Norman Bates I do not have the patience I can’t keep an occupation For more than a few days, kid And I just wanna love somebody And give them some inspiration Sabotage a happiness It seems to be the pattern when I over complicate shit
