[Verse: Nik Bates]
The LOST ones always on some fucked up shit
I’m the one kid you be getting fucked up with
One cut to the wrist, one love for the piff
I’m stuck. Dumb struck, and my mind is
Having orgasms. I’m laughing and grabbing
The crack and it’s dragging my head through a blackness
Spasms I have them. They random and passing
Lights flashing. I’m crashing. This magic is tragic
Snow popping up. What a surprise
Red veins in my eyes, trace the timeline
Of the night when these white lights fucked up my sight
Like right when I try one line for the high:
Lost, when I cough. And the cost of the frost
Is a lot. Getting off, when I’m washing it off
One rock and I drop, and I'm lost in the loft
Look across at the top, watch a clock melting off
Dali…