[Intro]
"For what shall it profit a man
If he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"
Mark 8:36, Herb, I'm prayin’ for you, grandma loves you
(I wrote this message especially for you)

[Refrain]
First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head, I’m rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie

[Verse]
What happens ahead is a leap of your faith
You need him to hear what you see and see what you say
We gearin' up for somethin’ major, you should stay in your lane
Try to hydroplane in God’s rain, amen
Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly
Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli
Gettin' high as we possibly can, I’m more than a man
That's why I left these holes in my hands
Hell yeah, I'm still (quotin' myself)
The soul is a spirit floatin’ in the lyrics, guess I ghostwrote it myself
Getting loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself
Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself
Like, "Get a hold of yourself," gotta get (over myself)
Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
(I wrote this message especially for you)
["Bohemian Grove" Interlude]
Yes, Tiny Desk
See we invite you to
Something epic
Where we create out of a sense of hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
And through that desperation we become addicted
Sorta like the fans we're accustomed to serving
We feel like we have nothing to lose
So we offer you, well, we offer our vibes
What do you bring to the table?