[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, pick up the pace
Tell 'em why I ain’t find no haze
Indeed I am ready, my outfit in vain
The needle in my vein, I'm falling asleep
King of the dead, I sever your head
When shit touch the river my reign will be fed
I touch the sky and bring life to the dead
I watch my demons become Super Saiyan
Oh, I'm not an orphan
Death, is my importance
Rush, without a soul, many will fold
Feeling my bones, I say again
Oh, I'm not an orphan
Death, is my importance
Rush, without a soul, many will fold
Feeling my bones, I say again

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION + (Lunaku)]
Found this out in Sweden, a while ago
(Yeah, Lunaku)
(Lunaku'll destroy this track, bitch)
It's like, the more I explore the song, the more (yeah)
I explore different sounds, period (woah)
It's like the more I fall in love with making music (terror, chh)
It's nice, actually
[Verse 2: Lunaku]
I'ma acid on logic
Terror is psychologic
Peoples are psycopath, I can't give a fuck 'bout my head
Yick-Yack, I'm blackin' out of the bed
Jit' ya're fag, I'd fuck 'bout her head
Terror is psycho', terror is psychologic
Psycopath, psycopath
Aries conjucted with Satan
Sagitarian conjucted with the wildness freedom, full blatant
Don't give a fuck, smoke'll blunt
It's a lie, I can't tell y'all 'bout my pump
Fuck outboy, I make you sad
I'll turn ya to sadboy, skunk boy
Fag' boy, script boy, I script 'bout this fuckin' boys
They've give a fuck 'bout his lead' on the top, it's a hard way fuckin' mad
Fat chicks boy 'bout scripts boy, scripitin' things on the wall
Mickey tell'll make y'all sad, run out the mall

[Outro: Lunaku]
I flex Disney out the mall, I flex Mickey out the mall
Don't Yick-Yack, give a black' in his nervous, nervous boy
Ya don't think is a time to be fuckin' boy
Oh well, little boy, tell'em what you think 'bout my world, little boy
Terror is psychologic
Peoples are psycopath, I can't give a fuck 'bout my head
Terror is psychologic
Peoples are psycopath, I can't give a fuck 'bout my head (head, head, head)