[Verse]
Still wrap the stains, out the muck
White box, full of pot
Locked arms filled with drains
Write bars, I'm the face
Up in the mark, couple cuts
Psilocybin 'til I'm fucked up
[?] sounding like oceans getting fluids
I'm not looking it back and it all the same (Aye)
Bring me some blanket to sit on my frame (What)
Drop in the awfullest shit ain't okay (Aye)
Run at the back of the spine, at the bottom
Soaked into ground and [?]

[Chorus]
Claim, what's the back
Brain smooth, not today
The taste of rain, another place to fame
Stuck into my carcass shape
Pokes, in my pocket's face
Poached, outta fortunes
Struggle all just by mysеlf for a few weeks and nothing draining on my names

[Post-Chorus]
No control
I've been
[?]
[Verse 2]
Got clogs in my act, chain
Hunnid rocks in my mainframе
Adblock in my [?]
Lost it for nothing, get stuck whatever
I might get by at the-

[Pre-Chorus]
Crawling
At the bottom
It's so crowded
At the bottom
[?] crawling
At the bottom
It's so-
Stall me at the line
I purchase blueprints all on my suture, all on my-

[Chorus]
Claim, what's the back
Brain smooth, not today
The taste of rain, another place to fame
Stuck into my carcass shape
Pokes, in my pocket's face
Poached, outta fortunes
Struggle all just by myself for a few weeks and nothing draining on my names
[Post-Chorus]
No control
I've been
[?]
No control
I've been
[?]