[Verse 1: Ben Beal]
Yeah, watch the broken record fall and shatter on the floor
Been closin' way too many doors, I'm not the same kid as before
Placed in California, all this boredom's takin' over
Puttin' my raps in folders, told me "wait until I'm older"

It's cool, been posted right here for five years
Makin' music that I wanna hear, I don't think I belong here
The comments bounce right off me, it's all we got from here
The opposite of kamikaze, the lone moon is watchin'

He sits alone at lunch, he wasn't good at stuff
But music invaded like parasites into open cuts
I got a lot on my mind, a lot of no-time
So I'll take what I'm given like free music and [?]

I transcended into something way more than just an inch over
Spit a little spoken word and now this fuckin' life's absurd
Fuck what you thought I'm a little more young, what you said on that blog
Good morning, I'm ready for something but they told me that I should stop

But that's okay, in a sense I agree with them
Look at all this time I spent, look at all these awesome friends
You wanna make it [?], I think your time is great
But I don't make mistakes, livin' in [?] like I'm Kathy Bates

[?] so the world can see my face
Always missin' your calls, you know I hate to communicate, yeah
I'm wanna break the internet
I'm tryna' figure out how with music that I make, word

[Verse 2: lonemoon]
Vans on like your go-to skater
You writin' comments up like a lonemoon hater
Aye, I got a hundred problems, got my answers on slater
Lookin' white like a storm trooper, you look like a traitor

This is genuine, one hundred percent
When you tell them where you are you gotta know where you've been
All this rappin' 'bout hate, I bounce you over my head
Try to take me down with messages, I leave you on read

Yeah, crescent moons and a firefly
Livin' constant, I got that shit that never dies
Listen to a broken record [?]
It's a [?] of my brain to open up my mind

Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen you
It's difficult to see you cause your lies can make you see-through
Infidelity proceeds you, you let your shadow read you
I can't stand to [?], but it makes me sad to greet you

Uh, God, it's like a mystery
Yeah, it's like a broken tragedy
Every time I look into the mirror that's all I see
A couple broken mirrors, and that's a couple dreams (back)

I wanna be second to none
I gotta come up like the sun, while you're out here havin' fun
I'm workin', yeah (I'm workin')
I'm workin', I'm workin' (I'm workin')

[Outro: Ben Beal and lonemoon]
Right from my mouth (yeah, what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)
Right from my mouth (what, yeah)