[Verse 1: Ghostemane] This the typa shit that make ya head go bang Bang bang to the wall poppin out veins Break a thang but it'll Neva make the shit same Too much i dont give a shit to really change things Neva listen what another folk say Less he got more money comin in than bill gates Maybe then I can learn one or 2 things But I'd rather take a psychedelic shroom then what got to say Sick of havin nothin in my fridge but a thang of salad dressing and a little bit of moldy rye Buddy told me eat a little bitta that shit I would trip like shit said boy you a lie No Wonder why I never trust a soul anymore Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth Foth down and the goaline pass to myself like I'm Brad J bitch fuck everybody else This is the type of shit that lead to bangin yo head Like my chick when she crackin the head of my bed Is enough of it Neva enough for me spendin my time doing nothing but shit that I dread Never wanna wish upon another deity when I can wish upon me wit Never dealin with a priest Watch that shit you say your God ain't Savin you from shit Sortahuman! [Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman] Dressed in all black and it's dark as shit Lighten up my body, finna spark that shit Looking for my car, where i park that shit When I hit that joint, i hit it hard as shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
