[Verse 1]
I gotta pardon you, what
Tryna say life is a path to a box
Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock
Regardless it spins dance or plot
Try heal the pain like Arnica does
But when that don't, yeah, hard liquor does
I said hard liquor does
They say that the come down's part of the buzz
It's self destructive at the heart of the rush
We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump
Over hurdles with us and I've found that person
I'm certain its love, I ain't gonna stay searching
Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut
How can I do that? Brain would erupt
Gotta live life till my frame won't budge
How can I look down when I gotta aim up?
Like jet planes heading into space from a crust
Face of the man in the seat stays fearless
Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness
Do this for life, no mistake I'm serious

[Verse 2]
Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us
Creeping nearly, rearing near to us
Breaths on my neck feel sheer mysterious
Here's turned weird they can feel the eeriness
Sound of the voiceless
I dream they're hearing us, I dream they're here with an open ear for us
Downed like vodka, things ain't as clear as it
Yet I'm watching fearless, life's mysterious
Holding tight to the wheel, that's steering it
Ain't nuttin' like me, ain't nuttin' like you
Cause everybody's different, gotta stay clued to the instincts
We could all die in an instant, won't live life as a prisoner
Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone
That's wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends
Burning the candle at both ends drifting
[Verse 3]
So I'm pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in
Missing the days when we were just kids and
Man its all so far from this
What happened to fun without drugs
And how come everyone fucks but don't love
And why man's gotta be acting unjust
When they ain't nothing more than a man that just fronts
Got the flows robust
When I open it up cold blood thrown up
On the road froze up no luck got stuck
So what I'm cut like blunts with the punk
No trust that's us clutch rough to the stuff
That makes us fucked see facts face up
In the rat race bruv, bust traps trace back
To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground
Whilst trying to build up