[Intro: Salad Fingers]
W-well, b-back you go then
I-I only ask that our creator return you
Unspoiled from the cruel hand of war

[Verse 1: tropes]
Ugh, you talk too much and I cannot
Yeah, I need to tell you what I’ve tried to say, uh
Picture on the wall, you can picture all you want, gone
Walk in with no socks on
I don’t need to leave
What’s this about, uh?
I can’t [?]
Just cover your mouth shut
Cause no one wants to hear you
It’s kinda far we are, our love’s so far gone
Yeah, yeah, I’m worthless, use it for the service

[Chorus: tropes]
It’s a warzone, leaving room for more bones
He didn't went for [?]
Yeah, they tell me stop
Told you how to stop
But you keep making morе
You’re the worst, I wish you all the worst
I cannot stand your attеntion
You talking about Wessons, I’ll teach you a lesson
On how to be nicer
Trust me, these are words to the wiser
I’ll stab my eyes, make them pink like Kaiser
[Bridge: tropes & viv]
It’s a white aura
Stop crying, you’re a whiner
Don’t wanna talk like wiser
(Wiser)

[Verse 2: viv]
It’s so hard to believe
That you can run your mouth for so long
Don’t care how much you beg and plead
I’ve decided that I’m going away
I can’t hear you, I don’t want to
You never even listen to a word I say
I can’t see you, I don’t need to
I know that I didn’t need you anyway

[Verse 3: kacie free]
Ha-Haze in my hands
I can’t stop speaking
[?] (Ayo, what the fuck?)
We popping fingers
She done got some triggers
[?] is a singer, [?]
You don’t know what I want, that boy is playing dumb
Yeah, sleeping on the rim, bad boys on the run
And they shut up, shut down
Couldn’t give a fuck now
[?] cook now
Chillin’ [?]
[Verse 4: kwuzi]
I’m with the team
Pulling out a Glock with scope plus a beam
Yeah, they talkin' tough
I don’t know what they mean
I don’t know what they mean, ah
Not a type for the boy full of fuck shit
Touching on my dawg, we gon' pull up to the function
I don’t really talk, but I know that I sing
Fucked on a homie, I’ll shoot through your spleen, uh-uh

[Verse 5: blackwinterwells]
Tried my best, but I won’t ever forget about it
I like to flex stacks, if you don’t like it, never stopping
I’m with Jackie and [?], baby we’re going shopping
You talk a lot of shit on twitter but I know you ain’t about it
So pussy boy, stop with all of that pouting
And when you try speak up, no one ever listens
And I keep a dagger just for protection
Cause in this country, it’s absurd to get a Smith and a Wesson
I'm with my boys smoking rollies and chilling
Talking bout samsara and prisons
Eating peanut M&M’s with your misses
So don’t come at me with the bullshit
You know I am allergic
[Chorus: tropes]
It’s a warzone, leaving room for more bones
He didn't went for [?]
Yeah, they tell me stop
Told you how to stop
But you keep making more
You’re the worst, I wish you all the worst
I cannot stand your attention
You talking about Wessons, I’ll teach you a lesson
On how to be nicer
Trust me, these are words to the wiser
I’ll stab my eyes, make them pink like Kaiser