[Verse 1: Jon Waltz]
These days, I'm out of my head
I think that's good more than bad
Feel like the world's in the palm of my hand, oh, yeah, yeah
These days, I grab gasoline
Then pour it all on my sounds
Just shaved my head, it look clean
It's all part of my plan
If I'm hanging by a thread
Good luck is still in my genes
I rip the thread at the seams
It's all part of my plan
Rarely are things what they seem
I clip the birds by the wings
Rip pages out magazines
Passing time like the sand

[Chorus: Verzache]
The world is on fire
My money's multiplying
They rolling up dollar bills up
And order Coke diet
It spin just like a tire
And everybody's tired
Hit high notes like Mariah
You need it, we supply it
[Verse 2: Jon Waltz]
Sometimes life's overwhelming
Breathing's all I know how to do
So I'm blowing off the steam
And I'm using stress to push me up, yeah
Guess I got my head right
I tried, I tried about a thousand times, uh, uh
And now I'm getting funds up
And I pocket all my worries to the side (Oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus: Verzache]
The world is on fire
My money's multiplying
They rolling up dollar bills up
And order Coke diet
It spin just like a tire
And everybody's tired
Hit high notes like Mariah
You need it, we supply it

[Verse 3: Jon Waltz]
I'm high as a plane
I rolled my weight up in gold
I'm in here calm as a bitch
But you reach for my plate, you'll get smoked
You ain't heard karma's a bitch
And when they let us in this bitch
Then we gon' take everything out
We gon' air all of it out