[Young G and Mxlplx]
Missiles in the digital, pistols become chemical
Wistful with my sins though, whistle in the endless broad
Land of the dollar, chain of command at the collar, born to be a baller
Heated in the tall curb, peated now we're all purped
Temples become small words, mental in the dark nervous system
Blissing twisted gifted mystic shift
Frozen chosen closing frozen rays (yeah)
Rows glaze out of sin, man listen (you ready?)
Dazed out and drifting, forever keeps forgetting

[Mxlplx]
Welcome to the gutter, Hell was cool I shutter
Like a fool tries to cover up his pain
I love her but it's plain, I can't touch her
My brain's a motherfucker praying under the halo that hovers above my clucker
Muster up enough mustard to paint the world yellow
And a girl fellow insane enough to sell their soul to the Devil
And pay for the trouble we make double
Creating bubbles just to watch them bust
While shots get stuck in my body's cut
Who wants to be a duck and clock my strike?
Doing 60 in an ice cream truck
Looking for that light we call good luck

[Swank]
(Thieve to Jesus Christ, our Lord, amen…)
Sentenced to a life as a runaway
Dancing on the lights, losing numbered days
Existence is the price, best someone prayed
Running off the nights to find the untouched
Stolen this is past, this ain't no one's luck
The sentiments of trash, and love becomes dust
Coincidence is vast, if you ain't felt much
I'll be standing inside with my homie's crust
Found my way sailing the seas of trust
Unless that air, you won't believe the rush
On the corner, look what the breeze picked up
One more goner, strange as it seems we're stuck
Tryna soar, know that your wings are what
And where you asked for
Everyone's at lust, spinning on the floor
Til it decides to bust, leave your luggage at a home if you're rolling with us