[Verse 1 : BAP.]

Oh golly

Just another night to consider taking up molly

Prolly not the type to do it when hanging with brethrens

Not at all actually if it numbs the pain hell take it to eleven fucking knots in the building

Ready when the bell ringsi

Conversate with god while he k holed in the living

Room playing doom

With the fume hittin ur nostrils

Kareem's blacking out somebody call a doctor

Now im dead on the road with some bruises

K2'd off my fucking mind what a loser

Sinking in a pool full of drool mix with boozes

Johnny always has been the bearer of bad news

Temporary moksha like a buddhist

But that noisy bitch u picked up shes a nuisances

Another loose end

Another attitude to boot camp

[Verse 2 : Shotgundre]

Where the hell youve been

I dont like my company i dont wanna be seen

But since i dont like you either and i dont have an option

Im stuck in the middle of a fucking conversation

Yes you do have an option

Just go downstairs light up your cigarette and i will meet you there

And dont pretend that there's somebody who cares

Stop staying for people that dont want you to be here

Your unhealthy motherfucker

Im not here to help motherfucker

Shut the fuck up motherfuck

As you wish motherfucker

Bet this kids still a fuck

Like his need to get drunk

Act like punks but so am i

Hell to punk but yeah im drunk

Ask someone to punch my motherfucking face up with some hot coffee and some donuts to dunk and some coco crunch

[Verse 3 : BAP.]

These are truly strange days that im living

Ive been gaining weight but i feel im barely eating

This a nauseous feeling

And my head be rowdy as fuck

Having talks with the toilet conversate with my guts

And who told you you could laugh at my woes

Nosy tikos always act like we bros, fuck you

No acro in my name thats the same as my shoes

Still a bummy lookin dude if you wanna speak truth

That’s the truth

I know its different from the shit you heard of me

But i got my lady to worry, she gonn through therapy

Time’s i see myself in the mirror i know im scared of me

A tiger in the night skin patterned with fearful symmetry

I see no star to guide

I might need more time to hide

From these demons

I knew ive always need them

But when shit hits the fan

Know these bottles and these problems go well hand in hand

Would u still fuck with me

If my history repeats itself so willingly

My intuition vaseline too slippery to hold

Compass spin i stay blinded to these roads