Show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, like Show your teeth, show your teeth Battle with God, more than a dust up You fight the lot, lose and live at the bus stop It's hard to adjust though, we don't really trust much Mom dies, so I don't get enough love No complaints, just eat what's on your plate It's almost like everything's okay And if you feel safe, you don't need to run away At the end of the day, always keeps you awake Ay, no propellant in the cannon Depression got you heavy, make it hard for you to stand up The crushing anxiety of just trying to be in society Always on your mind so violently To learn, do the work from machines All plugged in, they don't know how to breathe Think you know what I mean, but it's hard to receive When the bar is so deep, you don't see them on your screens Show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, like Show your teeth, show your teeth Show your teeth, like Show your teeth, show your teeth