[Jacob Wylder:]
Don't press me
Know you're fake just like a pressie
I need silence, like we’re testing
I need silence, like its bedtime
She heard of me—no headline
Nothing matters, it's the end times, so...
Totoro on my bag
Anesthetic in my bag, like I own a cat
SOS clothing tags and some silvertabs
Play you like an FPS: with no lag
My cat is passed out
I just drank a yerbs, but I'm a crash out

[Tag:]
(Crashout Boyz)

[Lil Soda Boi:]
Original crashout
Something's wrong with me
I'm broken like a sad clown
O-o-o-one eight hundred
I need cash now
Doja cat, I'm a cash cow

[Doja Cat:]
(Bitch, I'm a cow
Bitch, I'm a cow)
All we do is turn it up
So you can't turn us down
You can't take what's not to own
Y-y-you can't take my sound
Money like a creepypasta
My benjamins drown
-own -own

My benjamins drown
-own -own
What I smoke is audible
So, you can call it loud
(X2)

[Tim Hawkins:]
(When you fall down, it's that— *CRIES* Hashtag: Ow...)