[Verse 1: INFINITE THE COOL]
Infinite the Cool like depression
Can't feel the succession, ain't no successor
Pray I go to paradise
Wants to process us, lookin' like a pair of dice
Had a side dig, don't expect me to save ya
I couldn't be saviour
I'm just tryna savor the flavor of the morning
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It could all be gone in a second
Seen the clock tick so I talk my shit

[Hook: INFINITE THE COOL]
Two right knees why I walk like this
Two right [?] why I talk like this
Two chipped teeth why I floss like this
Seen the sun dip so I follow the step
Two right knees why I walk like this
Two right [?] why I talk like this
Two chipped teeth why I floss like this

[Verse 2: INFINITE THE COOL]
Word is Bond on some double 0 shit
Flowin' omnipotent like the ocean, no shit
Spitters trippin' over old shit with a doggy bag
Veteran patch where my poppy ass probably at
Where my paw be at, where my paw be at
Iced teas and Nikes keep me under wraps
Pan dilemma, I had to swing back
[Verse 3: TORRENTIIIAL]
Nasty on the yellow like a Chinese waitress
These n***as flow is pH 14, they basic
Face it, you either the nail or the hammer
You won't write your history unless somebody else erase it
My time has come like Big Ben beating his clock
I'm going hard, you sedimentary rocks
Shifty as fuck, closer to dust, generic as Scott
You fly way too close to sun, try to soul with the flock
You woulda thought that I ain't brush my teeth for weeks on end
The way these n***as face out when I talk my shit
I got a chain around my neck to the white men I'm [?]
Look at me like a dog, that's why I bark like this
That's why I grit my teeth, that's why I clench my fist
That's why I get no sleep, that's why I fucked yo bitch
Kinda stay on a knee, you should be handing out Glocks
I's the only way these Yaku-be'ers just might switch, uh
I'm ten sleepers lights past sick and tired of nine-to-fives
Make me wanna load up the nine and take it to Five Guys to shoot at the cashiers dog til' he got five eyes
Shit, now he more unlikened than me, uh
Pay me no mind, your two cents ain't shit to me
I'm on that ass like tall-print tattoos on a stripper, b
I'm more dead-ass than a roadkill donkey
But I still eat the booty like some farmers market groceries, uh

[Outro: TORRENTIIAL]
Three right hands why I write like this, uh
Three right hooks why I fight like this, uh
Three nuts to bust why I pipe like this, uh
Three wide eyes how I see real shit, word up