[Verse 1]
I just might be pitiful, but won’t live unoriginal
I will die with syllables penciled in this thin three punch hole paper
Save it for later, read it back again, three months old
But when the beat runs cold, and I do what I’m told
That’s when I know that I’ve grown too old

[Chorus]
Used to tell myself that I would never be there
When I close my eyes, my thoughts keep telling me lies
Go expose myself for the sake of repair
Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines

[Verse 2]
Give you nothing back, stay away from Gundabad
Whеn you’re low, broke, chain smoke
Feel likе you can’t come from under that
Burns just like a cigarette, but it’s far less intimate
Those who use their innocence as a privilege, the thrill of it
But you can find a better dope to fill in your pocket
Get an outlet and cock it
Make a craft and yeah, people will knock it

[Chorus]
Used to tell myself that I would never be there
When I close my eyes, my thoughts keep telling me lies
Go expose myself for the sake of repair
Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines

[Post-Chorus]
Gundabad
Give you nothing back, stay away from Gundabad
Low, broke, chain smoke
You can’t come from under that

[Bridge]
Highs have got me down
But I'll just stick around
Sober in the morning
Cuts from falling down
(Oh)
[Breakdown]
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now

[Outro]
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Gundabad
Let's go
Gundabad