[Intro - Hi-Rez]
*weird mouth sounds*
Rekstarr waddup
Kyle waddup

[Hook - Kyle Dion]
My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking
Which way to go, money and fame man
Nobody knows , nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you
Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Oh oh

[Verse 1 - Hi-Rez]
Psychologists, Xanax, Nike Air Max's
I go in and I bloody every record like it's Tampex
Mail it out like Anthrax, all in her guts like Zantac
Fuck costs for paying taxes, white boy with his pants sag
Drugs in my backpack, i'll rob you with a bank mask
5-0 I better act fast, Thinking hella' abstract
Held by extra terrestrial, still heterosexual
I'm just trying to get up in shorties pie like a decimal
Signed to a label, but i'm still broke as fuck
Oh my god you're Mack Miller, psht shit close enough
Drinking beer, prescription popping, with no plan on stopping
Fuck the motherfucking government, middle finger to cops
Look i don't know you, I don't trust you
I don't owe you nothing fuck you
You better get out my face before i pull out this knife and cut you
Polo shirt, polo draw ill ride up on a polo horse
You kinda look like the future bitch that i plan to divorce
Ima' fuck you, ima' duck you, i'll probably say i love you
This remind me of the time up in the closet with my uncle
My life is falling apart, i'm stuck in the fucking dark
I wish a hater would fucking shoot me or stab me up in the heart
Bitch
[Hook - Kyle Dion]
My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking
Which way to go, money and fame man
Nobody knows , nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you
Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Oh oh

[Verse 2 - Hi-Rez]
Temptation, bitches, impatiens, women
I'm tryina' pray to god but i feel like he don't listen
Couple stacks on the chain, lot of money lot of pain
Someone tell me that i'm not, cause i think i'm going insane
Psychiatrists, doctors, watch them Meet the Fockers
While the feed me random medicine and give me random shots
Ain't nobody knows me, i wonder if this wrote news
On the ceiling fan can hold me, Maybe i should hold you
Becoming an alcoholic, drinking more than usual
Fuck - being a rapper, what the fuck looked cool to you
Everybody using you, people trying to shoot at you
I caught an STD from these groupies, this life is beautiful
Familiar shit is big and strange and strange shit is familiar
Everything you love will fucking one day end up killing ya
I guarantee they lying to you if they say they feeling ya
Someone pass the cough syrup homie cause i'm ill as fuck
[Hook - Kyle Dion]
My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking
Which way to go, money and fame man
Nobody knows , nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you
Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, no no nahhh
Nobody knows
My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking
Which way to go, money and fame man
Nobody knows , nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you
Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Nobody knows, nobody knows man
Oh oh