[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away

[Verse 1]
I'm a passionless pacifist
Adamant with my arrogance
Airing them with the envious
Actuated by carelessness
Vicariously comparing the price of a [?]
This [?]
This shit you can not compare it to (Shit is hot, hot)
Man this Fahrenheit is unbearable
Barely staring at women these days, these bitches is animals
Please don't touch me, no tangible
Imma slide to the back
I do not fuck with the henny, nor am I touching the jack
Don't fuck with me, I got plenty
Way too much shit on my lap
I run like bars on the track
Like bitch I, on the track
Yeah, let me whip around the corner before I slide right on back

[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away

[Interlude]
Now I might fuck that
We don't need a lap
I don't need no flack
So don't fucking hold me back
Yeah, yeah, fuck that
We don't need a lap
Watch your fucking back, 'cause they ain't gon' hold me back

[Verse 2]
Now I think I understand the type of man that they would like for me to be
I don't, see the way that they see
I can't, be the way that they be
I just, sit inside and rap my rhymes and try to describe the way that I feel inside
Through empty lines that can't confine
That empty mind you view as time
It's running out
Now the fuck this hoe going on about?
Talking fast on the road till I bought em’ out
Going fast at the road like the autobahn
Now it’s bottoms up
‘Cause I’m often out
Yeah, I’m often out
Doing stupid shit
Going on about, what I’m finna do
Ain’t got shit to lose (Ain’t got shit to lose)
I got shit to prove (I mean not to you)
Mean shit to me
Going 52 in a 32
So I got to do what I got to do, what I got to do, what I got to do

[Hook]
And I feel so far away
And I've been so gone these days
And she will not speak my name
And I've been too far away