[Hook]
I'm-I'm-I'ma [shred?] it low, smell that pungent
All these people wanna do is strip you of your soul
Got their hands in the controls and they love it
Looking at the world through a cut out hole and everybody so sold on the subject
Trade his soul for nothing, all for nothing
Not a single thing that he can hold, no
Not a single thing that he can hold

[Verse]
Mind tricks, can't trust the shit
Yesterday I hallucinated sober again
But only pretend
I'm kinda sad, the rustic drift
I saw Boston
Lights never wrote me a thing, that [square glossy?]
Cancerous, I light me a J
Ironic
Opposites attract, guess we must be ionic
Herе's a pack and L's, now I'm rolling faster than Sonic
There's somеthing I can sell covered underneath all the vomit
And I could probably get it if I want it
And to be honest you have a better chance of catching Hailey's Comet
They're stopping this kids, clearing the forest and shit
See em?
Saw the diamonds and gold and decided I didn't need em
Cause I'm beautifully ugly, I wear my face with a grin
Or a frown but either way it's to my cheeks and my chin
What's a [?] to a band
All my demons my friends
I lost my innocence, I doubt I'll ever see it again like
[Hook]
I'm-I'm-I'ma [shred?] it low, smell that pungent
All these people wanna do is strip you of your soul
Got their hands in the controls and they love it
Looking at the world through a cut out hole and everybody so sold on the subject
Trade his soul for nothing, all for nothing
Not a single thing that he can hold, no
Not a single thing that he can hold