[Verse 1]:

I used to think the sky was made of blue flowers cuz
Used to have to stir the Kool-Aid for hours blood
These white lines rule the world, that's a power drug
Same way the government blew the towers up
Guess that's what I get for livin' in America
Where we're just trying to write the story for our character
Trying to fuck a French model on a terrace but
They don't let American werewolves in Paris bruh
These people tellin' me I sound like the old Ye'
See I don't even change the pace on a slow day
I'm two seconds away from going OJ
Momma said I need to call my ex dis-o-bey
Somebody gonna get that and lose they mind
The police need rap music to boost they crime
They pull you over for a light, violate your rights
But n***as don't ask shit they just do their time

[Hook]:

Who you gon' be when the world gets fried
Listen to your friend, it's the voice inside
If you lose me where the hell you gonna go
Take somebody's life who the hell gonna know
Who you gon be when the world gets fried
Listen to your friend, it's the voice inside
If you lose me where the hell you gonna go
Take somebody's life who the hell gonna know