[Intro]

[Verse 1: Skeptik]
Gotta make it work, I don't have another option
Pissed in the wind so I'm saying fuck caution
All limbs on board the ride, no way I'm getting off it
Instead I'm here for good; no Hopsin
-finite possibilities, rippin' raw soliloquies
The uncut dope, my sentences be killin' fiends
The willing bleed, the unwilling sleep
So we'll keep countin' drops; you keep countin' sheep
Never paid my way onto a bill
Never unnecessarily flex the skill
Never wrote murder raps, nor would I ever kill
Though it's highly likely that I'm terminally ill
Patiently waitin' for priority placement
In the basement, an audience with satan
Potential is wasted, along with enemies
Gotta keep warm, hence the effigy

[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?
[Verse 2: Skeptik]
I used to know this girl, keywords "used to"
But she left when we didn't blow up like the Juice Crew
Now she's hella mad when she's on YouTube
Hearing all the hype about her ex-boo's group
Success is a dish best served warm
And I sure would love some heat to help me through the storm
An androids marked defective when he fails to conform
So imagine what they'd do with our corporeal forms
I was only joking when I said
That you don't wanna hear what's locked in my head
The only way we'd be better off dead
Is if roles were reversed and we were you instead
A blind Shepard led his flock by cloth to the water
Came home with none, really stressed out his daughter
He was under the impression that the flock had fled
But what he failed to see was that the cloth was red

[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?

[Verse 3: Skeptik]
Relationships fail, and albums flop
Used to have hella friends, but now I have not
Guess that's how it goes when you refuse to stop
We were aiming for the middle, but we hit the top
The only thing we have to compensate for
Is the fact that we should probably get paid more
Fuck it though, a meal and a spot to sleep's
All we really need, double D's philosophy
Is to often bleed - and do the same to opposition
It's not what we're about, but we don't shy from competition
So we plant the blades at the 10 and 2 positions
And then we carve our names, as if we're superstitious
We don't have another way, we invested too much passion
Invested too much love to find another course of action
So if whether or not we sacrifice is the question that you're askin'
Name it - we've lost it - it's already happened
[Hook: Skeptik & Danny G]
Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?