[Swank]
(Sick shooter, sick...
Got a sick shooter, 1-7 and 8 shots)

Found an island in the premonition
Long as a rising's on a lonely mission
Left with empty hands, and broken bridges
Know the cities are swollen wishes
Dress graffiti on the real religion
A painful love's far beyond tradition
Ride the tide to a foreign friction
Read the books and the children fishing
Along their freedom, together living
One lasting season with no definition
Wheels over the world and in submission

[Mxlplx]
Burn my fool's gold with your fire
Pearl Pluto lighter, this is mine
Heard women who yodel observe fly birds
Flip June some frisk, my nerves bit the bullet
Sky dive, "mayday", shit can't pull rip
Cord eyes stay hanged upside down there
Under the stained glass polished brown chair
Loads off my gray ass, call this outwear
Strikes follow faces, flashing skylight
Hollow as traces of drafting hindsight
Shining my windshield, blinded til gone
Tried to see what it feels like, there's a yawn
In the way of where I'm set on
This is a day to bear the depths drawn to nothing so fast
None see it pass
[Young G]
Sinking through potholes of dissolution
Chemistry affects me more than I know
Getting high off blunts and cash flow
Til I blaze it where to go
3-6-0, back to being broke
Cause I always gotta choke
Mexicali ropes around my throat