[Intro: Megan James]
The scent of my hands is familiar
Fosterly men, in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire
Who speak with some tenderly
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who fiend close, close, close
To their closetly homes
And ruminate the walls up with ghosts

[Verse 1: Sickboyrari]
Maybe it's the way to go
Maybe she just wanna blow
Shy guns 'til her nose bleed
Bitch I 'ain't fucking with you less you got some steez
Monty ass n***as, we 'ain't got no cheese
Chillin in the city, like the Atlantic sea
I'm just hoping that I see your bitch titties steez
Hoes was getting fucked up like we doin' heroin
Lookin' chill as fuck, got these girls staring
They gon' fuck then move, bitch because I'm here
Bangin' ass shit, I ain't hearing it
Fuck the trending topic hot just like some hot pockets
Skater ass n***as and these hoes droppin'
Jans sport backpack pushing down the block and
Hatin' ass n***as, they just cockblocking
Lookin' mad ass fuck, hella n***as jocking
I'm just tryna steez, bitch fuck swag
Everything all black
Like what the fuck happened?
Skateboard psychedelic trap music blastin'
Terrorist mob n***a, shouts out to NASA
[Outro: Megan James & Sickboyrari]
The air is familiar the sound is not still (Yeah, haha)
Dead voices cover their moats (Yeah)
They fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth (Fuck, haha, yeah)
And the crying, detritioning bones (Fuck yeah)
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ears ring
Teeth click and ears ring
Teeth click and ears ring
Teeth click and ears ring
Teeth click and ears ring, ears ring