[Intro]
Fuck
Aight

[Verse]
Breaths shorter, keep me company twin, speeding up to the end
Need to love what it is, done creeping under the bed
Duckfoot if he sits still, we huntin' for cred
Field runner struggle for the words till I crumble the bed
Still numb in the head, know that if it isn't I can get real ugly instead
I'm fed up with attention, charged up
A jaw muzzle my comfortable pension, not grunts of defendants, I'm a fucking threat
No bumps, we still send volleys, you not above the net
I've only made it to likе one event
Walkеd in fucking spent, my toller talking doesn't check
Too late to uninvest them muddy days I underwent, no one to vent to
Except this comfy bedroom, I turned to a fucking venue
That shit I been doing, the recluse
The web is where I found my extra legs, knew it would get through
Hard to disconnect, I'm feeling less human than meant to
My chest bruising, who sent you?
I am death, here to weed out my imposters, I was lost before I lost you
Stay off the roster out the car you heard your lotto
No Positano when I could've been a writer
I killed the author, coming right back to the pencil
Need to sketch a gesture, feel my scattered inspiration, brain inflated with conjecture
Still being pestered out the nest without my feathers
Grab whatever I can muster, leap of faith, I'm falling upwards
Life ain't fighting fair, it's got the dusters
Shit, life ain't fighting fair, it's got the dusters