[Intro]
Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Translate, gone
Lay 'em out, take down
Break apart, take ground
If I taste it with the tongue that it gon' take
Weighed 'em up like prop
Full stop, feelin' home
Lately I've been needin' none
With a name like that
Mood took a trip
Wrap it up like a zip
I'ma empty every thing that I own
Need a clip
Overdose on a trip
Plaid shirt, no drip
Mind higher than a crow's flight
Cope, get a grip

[Chorus: Istasha]
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate, though
[Verse 2: KAMAARA]
All this pain been building up since 2003
Ever since the day, been feeling all these frowns upon me
Feel my conscious on the inside, you might think that I'm weak
But this shit is just a decoy, hiding power you seek
Bitch, I won't fade away; if anything, I'm here to stay
Better yet, I'll fuckin' break away to show you'll miss my face
Bet it wouldn't take a day to have 'em crawling back to me
The brain to the equation that no one can seem to break

[Chorus: KAMAARA, with Istasha]
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate, though

[Verse 3: KAMAARA]
Tucked away in the corner of this dark room
I feel eyes start observing my every move
No time to react, moonlight hits through the glass
And the life that I knew is now dead in the past
Don't look back when you walk away
Take a look around, bitch
No one's here to stay, hah
Bitch
Yo, Istasha...
This shit fucking sucks
[Chorus: Istasha & KAMAARA]
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate
Like no
I'ma be back row, if I say so
Plotting feeding on me
No leftovers on my plate, though

[Outro: Istasha]
Split the atom once again
It's got strength in numbers
The foreign instance in my head
It's pulling me under