Verse 1
Yup, nibbled on some shrooms then departed into the Arctic
It's so cold, why do I feel so alone in my apartment?
I rub my feet on the carpet as I morph into a part of it
Lay my head back and watch the stars move lethargic
I drank a beer and barfed it, I'm killing my liver
I guess doing drugs and gin are the sins of a winner
My lungs are full of splinters
I haven't seen the sun all winter
I substitute rays for plays, number one is the bigger picture
I'm introverted in a place where I have nothing left to say to a human face
Funny thing is I got everything to say over a snare and a bass
Venomous bite of a snake
As I slither over beats and strafe
Eyes of a sinner, welcome to the chase

Chorus
If you wanna be good, you gotta put, in time
If you wanna be great, you gotta make, a sacrifice
For what do you need? For what do you strive?
Be ready to bleed, take only what you derive
Take a glimpse inside a sinner
Sins of a winner
If you wanna be good, you gotta put, in time
But if you wanna be great, you gotta make, a sacrifice
For what do you need? For what do you strive?
Be ready to bleed, take only what you derive
Take a glimpse inside of a sinner
Eyes of a winner

Verse 2
I fucked a girl last week and I made her say "Nick!"
Only it, was at a higher pitch
She said "you're about to take me out, buy all the shit on my shopping list"
I said "get the fuck out. I'm about
To melt my face, with the bass, kick"
I just ruined another relat-ionship
Price you gotta pay, for a dream and a gift
Sacrifices for supreme lyrics
Spit from the linguistic tip
Make ya ears numb and cum
I'm a cunning linguist (cunnilingus)
I'm cunning, my name is Nich-olas
I see sound as color, my vision's ridiculous
I'm risen, it's conspicuous
So who is the dopest? Riddle me this
Who's the most focused? Ill diligence
A vocal poet, over instruments
I compose and you know it, all senses stimulus
Here is my diagnosis, I'm sick like syphilis
Now where is the cure?
Where is the vantage point that shows all angles of the sphere?
I must stand in front of the mirror
Face the shit that I fear
Chop it with liquid swords and verbal shears
Spit blasphemous, blast out the atmosphere
Apple ain’t got an app for that but watch me app-ear
You catch that with your ear?
Read my lyrics, I'm a lyricist and an engineer
I am here, I am in gear
Don't get in my way, don't interfere
I'm climbing new heights, a mountaineer
I'm shining real bright, a chandelier
Hello...I Am the Fellow
Fuck the snake, this is my year