[Hook: Idylll]
Blast off, no mask, no Columbine
No mass, no black, no past the dotted line
No past, nomad
Hats off, half glass, no god of mine
No tracks, no match, no past the allotted time
No past, nomad

[Verse 1: Idylll]
Slapstick comedy, a real sidesplitter
Cackling Deuteronomy, due to honor the highest bidder
Practice trauma easing, I can feel my liver
I may consider swapping but mine is better
Fresh cheddar, get a leg up, make it my center target, it's checkers
Set up like a pile of cards, fainting like a headrush
Step up miles high and strain to reach my chest, what's
Up
Tough hide, might as well aim and see what lead does

[Hook: Idylll]
Blast off, no mask, no Columbine
No mass, no black, no past the dotted line
No past, nomad
Hats off, half glass, no god of mine
No tracks, no match, no past the allotted time
No past, nomad
[Verse 2: Cyta Zoan]
I keep that shovel patted on the fucking tombstone
Finna stop and knock on tinted rocks like "Who's home?"
I showed up to dinner late, it's sinners on my dinner plate
I'm kissin' kate and then spittin' poison up on this dinner date
You n***as trynna save it, I'm just trynna finish face
Clawing at it just like a tiger so I can get a taste
Cops started surrounding, I started cappin' like switchin case
And metals hit the veins to show these basics where the Winter stays

[Hook: Idylll]
Blast off, no mask, no Columbine
No mass, no black, no past the dotted line
No past
Hats off, half glass, no god of mine
No tracks, no match, no past the allotted time
No past, nomad

[Verse 3: Idylll]
Take a walk at eight o'clock
Take it off, aid a thot, ate a thot
Taint the gloss just to lay it off, make bank and take a walk at eight o'clock
Ain't a boss, remain a boss
Chain locked, frost, bane of frost
Heart of hate and candy floss
Glug, glug, drug, time is 10 from eight o'clock
Bust up rough and blinded with a tablecloth
Stable table shot, scrape it off, can't say a lot
Can and can't say I lost, later dog, sing along
[Hook]
Blast off, no mask, no Columbine
No mass, no black, no past the dotted line
No past, nomad
Hats off, half glass, no god of mine
No tracks, no match, no past the allotted time
No past, nomad