[Intro: Logic]
Look at ya, huh

[Pre-Chorus: Evil Kenevil & Lil Wayne]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Evil Kenevil & Logic]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Verse 1: Evil Kenevil]
Be the one, the one who will bring you back to my heart
I'll be there to when you call my name, to call you when I cry
You must know this, know that I can never come undone
All my words were meant to make me believe, to make you believe
And I always find, no, oh, no-no
You're asking why, why no, why why
I'm playing the game you never play
Trust me, I'm getting the best of you
[Pre-Chorus: Evil Kenevil]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Evil Kenevil & Logic]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Bridge: Evil Kenevil, Thom Yorke & Logic]
It went away, and it went away, and it went away, away, away
I got a plan, so run away as fast as you can
I got a plan (So get it), so run away as fast as you can
I got a plan, so run away as fast as you can (Yuh)
Can you hear me?
I can see, I can see it, oh, woah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, all this shit, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh
Get ready, no-no, get ready (Ready, comatose)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I tell myself I'm all right
But somehow I don't feel like
You hear what they're saying
There are bombs going off
I wish there were a way out of this
Everything was right
And I told myself that this was the end
I didn't know how much more I could take
I walked away from the ocean
Looking for someone to start next, oh, no
There are bombs going off
I send this bitch my dick pic
And I didn't care for a sec
I just wanted some goddamn sex
I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna be here
To wake up before you light your bed
I'm writing letters to your baby
And telling them it's not the end of this
Tonight you hang me, hang me, hang me
You know you love me when I'm not around
Don't go away, just stay
I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna be here
To wake up before you light your bed
You know you love me when I'm not around
And you know I love you when I'm not around
I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna be here
I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna be here
Alright, alright, I will not admit though
What you got has changed
Is that love and it's broken
What you got has changed
Ain't no chance I'm gonna run away
[Pre-Chorus: Evil Kenevil & Lil Wayne]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most (Mula)
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Evil Kenevil & Logic & Thom Yorke]
Let's have a toast for the douchebags (Comatose, comatose, ooh)
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can (Run away, girl, run away)

[Outro: Evil Kenevil, Logic, Lil Wayne & Thom Yorke]
Ooh, my my, oh, Lord, Lord, hey
Ooh, my my, oh my my my, say the words
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though (You do!)
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though (Comatose)
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though (Mula, yes)
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though (Mula shit)
You gotta be, you gotta be, hustlin' though, ooh-ooh
My, I want to cry (Cry) I want to die (Die, die)
You gotta be, nah, no more, no more hustlin' (What?)
Sorry (Comatose) I mean like, this shit's too much
I'm just sorry (Mula, peace)