The girls in the front are stunting wanting you to take it
The girls in the back, they say you're never gonna make it
The boys in the buildings: sweating, waiting on a paycheck
The boys on the corners move the means of our escapes, yeah

And I'm in the backyard, I'm consuming what I came with
This party is invasive, cigarettes will cue the face shift
Recalling the lines, unwritten script for all occasions
I can't understand this lack of feeling and I hate it

But I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead
But I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead

And I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead
I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead
I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead
I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead