| Dry crossing up the holy five hate |
| Your cousin is my hobby free throw |
| I’d toss my calling card |
| But I’d hate to make a baby feel slow, nope, bro |
| There’s lots of answers to shit |
| Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows |
| You’ll get for what you asked |
| Patience is the lane I mate with case closed |
| If I fall, will you be there to catch me now? |
| Catch me now or… |
| If I fall, will you be there to show me how |
| Show me how I’ve fallen? |
| All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye |
| Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy |
| Why your fitness need a witness? |
| I too can cook a bunch of little meals |
| Friend, make my life |
| I picked 'em up and clipped their hype |
| It’s was the tamest type the little bitch couldn’t listen |
| I flipped it up and twisted night |
| Into a padded white room, bitch named Kristen |
| I will run laps around you, around you |
| Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly |
| Guess they were right, no way to drag your body and make up the time |
| So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind |
| Won’t say that you’re better |
| Won’t sell you a better lie |
| Won’t tell you etcetera |
| Won’t say that you’re doing fine |
| If your life never turns around |
| And if you should die tomorrow or the week after next |
| I know that I will be safe and sound |
| I won’t be there cleaning up all the mess |
| All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye |
| Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy |
| Why your fitness need a witness? |
| I too can cook a bunch of little meals |
| I felt my body craving |
| The oxygen from ancient wasteland aching |
| I wanna be the man with the bacon |
| Make a light reveal the only stake in |
| Fakeness, fucked |
| I will run laps around you, around you |
| Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly |
| Guess they were right, no way to drag your body and make up the time |
| So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind |