[Verse 1: Ryan Leahan]
And now I'm stuck to a body that'll never move
And I need outta you
Yeah I need outta you
Scared up skin where it bled
Rather loose an arm than be back another leg
But you'll never see what you did to me
And you never dreamed in your lucid dreams
So I'm cutting off and I'm starting new
Amputate the weight so that I can fucking move
Soaring
Reaching for the stars and stalling
My life fades to black
Now I'm stuck in a movie that you'll never see
And I've been trapped for weeks
Only choose to trap the weak yeah
Scared up skin where it bled
Rather loose an arm than be back another leg

[Verse 2: Jonny Sé]
Villain when I hit 'em wit my Skepta flow
No text back I'ma next a hoe
Muscle go flat so I’m flexin' broke
Kept rollin that grass
Let Records show
Back along, Captain Jon
You a stupid ass hoe, I’m a vagabond
Said "Fuck yo clique" then I pack a bong
And if you know the words better rap along
Class dismissed got the rare candy
Nut up on yo mother why you scared Bambi
Stare in fear While I’m here candid
Leave 'em there stranded with they hair standing
Came fast but i came last, I'ma fuck the world till the pain pass
Mixed a spliff with a vodka fifth now I’m swerving out of my
Lane
I’m riding round windows down through my city and
Uh, I’m feeling dangerous
Ain’t got no shame in this
Game if I play it can you blame me
Don’t try to assuage me, cuz lately
Shit ain’t feeling sweet it’s feelin' savory
So save me
Get the bigger picture when I say cheese
I’m feelin' dangerous, ain’t got no shame in this
Game, when it rains let pour down
I’m at your whores town, I think I got it in me
Give one more round
I’ve been riding round, Windows down not a single fuck
Given man you’re never getting rid of us
I’ve been riding round with 2 little bad bitches
Yeah I’m gassed, homie watch my flatulence

[Verse 3: Bob Botanist]
Taxin' hang me up from wall
I hear em talkin, moths they tryna pimp em
I just hit the preachin'
Left up out the function
Without half my functions
Shots they steady bussin'
See this why I stay at home
I miss my family
I don’t see them often, I don’t got insurance
So if anything's certain, My health ain’t surely
I gotta a lot to plate, I’m finna move the plates
See if I ain’t good then why should you be
Never mind I'm trippin'
I just versed the vex of prodigal, benevolent precious boys that Look like me
And crossed from several realm I’m swearing
That my thoughts are varied
Everybody crazy band it’s not just me
My delusions wary, don’t believe me either
Been abandoned by own personalities
So why would you let me carry on?
Doomsayer meant for the carrions
Scrolls packed tight, fo' i lose my sight
Jawn jot 'til you joust with oblivion

[Verse 4: Ryan Leahan]
(ALRIGHT OKAY, OKAY, ALRIGHT OKAY
ALRIGHT OKAY, OKAY, ALRIGHT OKAY)
Work a little more for the bread yeah
Loosen up your grip of the thread

[Verse 5: Årmå]
Alright okay then, How to do this
When she stop on a dime
I fall to the pavement
Get her two cents when the penny drops
Getting five thoughts off of my brain stem
What you write down never gonna change them
When your mind see different than most
If your car sick have little breakdown
In your backseat living in denial
Man I'm running miles I should have had a paper route
News is music's better when it rocks
Guess I'm a guy
Cause even if it loses, you know what I throw out
But then it got to me
Who says that they cut out for the paper plane
If fame chooses to fly these pigs
One day they'll realize they miss steak
And I'm Midas
My touch barely know you now
Only this Cinderella thigh holster fit
Spinning round but then I hold her steel
Do you count double days for the years that I took
Well the money's on the table
I'm betting the bedside torch it down
What about you too? You used to define fragile
But my challenge was gradually knowing you could buy a mansion
Without me or going into high fashion
And you're attracting eye traffic and
I'd panic and I'd crash and burn to flames and die tragic
But for whatever reason I'm back and that world erased like time magic
I must have turned a phrase, No rhyme ratchet

[Verse 6: Ryan Leahan]
I've been drunk, you don't care bout that
I need love, you're not here for that yeah
I've been drunk, you don't care bout that
I need love, you're not here for that yeah
Money just to burn money, just to burn, money burn
Money just to burn money, just to burn, money burn
Money just to burn money, just to burn, burn
Burn with me babe
And I need money just to burn, just to get to you
And I need money just to burn, just to get to you
But you're not here for that no
You're not here for that
And I need money just to burn, just to get to you
And I need money just to burn, just to get to you
But you're not here for that no
You're not here for that no