| Jugglin' the weight of the mandate |
| Bubble to the top like a phosphate |
| Trauma still bottled in my chest x-ray, yeah |
| Wobble like a VHS on the replay |
| Struggle with a puzzle when the piece breaks |
| Looking in the mirror like «Damn, that’s a deep fake» |
| Try to cut ties with the heartbreak |
| But I’ve got this thread of Ariadne sewn in my bitrate |
| Used to kind of side hug all my hopes |
| Used to walk lines like high tightropes |
| Now I can’t quit |
| Championships |
| Puttin' out hits on my heroes |
| Bat outta hell like Meatloaf |
| Can’t cool down like a heat stroke |
| Droppin' this weight like Keto |
| Hope yaw’ll never gotta break like we broke |
| Fast lane in the campaign |
| Now I got a lotta |
| Champaign in the membrane |
| Knocking' out fires like a Blastoise |
| I’m a bad boy |
| Bruce Willis on a asteroid |
| And when I splat like Pollock with the paint throw |
| I’ll be swimming down Styx with a backstroke |
| Nailed to the heresy sleeping in my source code |
| Match to the kerosene soaking in my halo |
| Used to kind of side hug all my hopes |
| Used to walk lines like high tightropes |
| Now I can’t quit |
| Championships |
| Puttin' out hits on my heroes |
| Bat outta hell like Meatloaf |
| Can’t cool down like a heat stroke |
| Droppin' this weight like Keto |
| Hope yaw’ll never gotta break like we broke |
| Hope yaw’ll never gotta break like we broke |
| Used to kind of side hug all my hopes |
| Used to walk lines like high tightropes |
| Now I can’t quit |
| Championships |
| Puttin' out hits on my heroes |
| Bat outta hell like Meatloaf |
| Can’t cool down like a heat stroke |
| Droppin' this weight like Keto |
| Hope yaw’ll never gotta break like we broke |