[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
What's worse is y'all just be stumblin' backwards
2001, the living room was filled with glass, it smelled like Backwoods
I can't even remember the last time like I felt like that was appropriate for you to be calling me names
I was leavin' you laughin'
I build from passion, study magic, got a patent, born a patient
Turn around like I'm Fantasia, tell them n***as that I'ma grace ya
I trade you for a Mercedes, baby, I wonder if that chain is real
Stop signs in disguises, man, I wonder if that pain is real
As the sun shine, my n***a Ashlan, man, yeah, he paint the steel
We ain't painin' still, stay still, find ways to stay real
They grill but they don't feel, I grow weaker and weaker
As I bleed through the speaker, Heaven is mine, God is me
I am one with my n***as
I am one with my n***as

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
I can't deal with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right, they won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right, I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't deal with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right, they won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right, I'ma give it to you (Can you turn the beat up?)
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Yeah, call the ambulance, I need a, shh, shh, clear (Woo)
I'm a little tilted like a fallen chandelier (Hello)
I just got my fan, I don't like bullshit, I can't hear (Nah)
Fresh, I done showed up feelin' fresh, ain't it clear?
Can you feel it, can you feel it like that? (I can)
Feelin' like a little feather ticklin' your back (Hoo-hoo)
Right down my face, what do you know? I'm throwin' slack (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah)
She hold her finger like she flickin' cigarettes
We go low to the side like a jitsu
Get her in a circle, hit on it, no Alexa
Head, 'pon a muscle, 'pon a muscle, no flexin'
I do crazy dance, crazy dance, like I'm Georgie, uh (Woo, woo, yeah)
Who is Georgie? Glad you asked, Georgie Jetson, correct, son
If they not movin', vote, we next 'em, less than (One)
Watch you Lauryn Hill like you bought mansion (Ooh)
One-step, two-step, I'm no choreographer (Hmm, what?)
But I got you dancin', romancin'
She gon' move her body, watch her transform, uh, yeah
She gon' back it up, no need to mention nothin'
Had to take that lovin', lovin' out

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Deal with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right, they won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right, I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you
I can't get with the time, I won't listen to you
If you count your check right, they won't give up on you
If you don't pull up on me right, I'ma give it to you
Middle finger to the sky, I'ma give it to you