You know when you're in a good mood and you start to doubt that you're delaying? Should I be worried? Or should I stay drunk? If every trip leaves nothing to be desired? Should I be worried? Or should I stay drunk? If I don't stay in shape, because I don't want to mold the world? ***, I hate this place, I need to test it out In the woods, in the woods, I just go and ride Hey, I'm the best of all, just hey, I love you I love you, dabbing on the floor, dripping in the kitchen Stepping back, back, back, back, back, back And leaving the raps on the floor I'm the best of all, the bars, the locks, the floor I'm the best of all, I can't get my soul to work I'm as good as the boys were Now it's hobby, hobby, I have to go, sorry I'll see you again at a better time, of course There's a thousand annoyances in my eyes My ears are ringing, my ears are ringing Two madmen discussing their thoughts How did they end up here? Small talk to the little ones We're going to the stethoscope again Big words are coming, but it's the same non-stop I've never really tasted a cookie that's completely yellow Meless within the nature of the letter All my paths ring of rolled meat My helmet is stuck to my helmet Flちょ8 pushes me to the ground Name writing reads as trends I go where my fingers point I am what I am Can't help it, I'm a resume Yes, I plague repost There's nothing wrong with being bad No reason to stay put I didn't want to act dumb I'm proud of my stupidity But enough of the reasons Why would I take a bullet in the back? I don't need a resume I don't give a *** what's going on I don't need to prove anything Other than myself And I don't want to get into Any dangerous business So I don't Just take good guys next to you I don't need a resume I don't give a *** what's going on I don't need to prove anything Other than myself And I don't want to get into Any dangerous business So I don't Tell me please Where do you get your feelings from? To clean up the dead stars To call the dead stars to a meeting If they take the album to the floor To the deep From the beginning to the end The rhyme The shitty routine It's not mass exclusive So keep it please Do you believe in life after Saturday? Do you believe in what you should be afraid of? Let your soul rest for a moment Let's go on a trip We went to bed Then when the beta Fixed it You just were Without everything But it's still hard When the cross-pressure Is the cause of your joy To clean up the dead stars To call the dead stars to a meeting If they take the album to the floor To the deep To call the dead stars to a meeting To call the dead stars to a meeting Without everything But it's still hard When the cross-pressure Is the cause of your joy To clean up the dead stars To call the dead stars to a meeting If they take the album to the floor To the deep From the beginning to the end The rhyme The shitty routine It's not mass exclusive So keep it please Do you believe in life after Saturday? Do you believe in what you should be afraid of? Let your soul rest for a moment Let's go on a trip We went to bed Then when the beta Fixed it You just were Without everything But it's still hard When the cross-pressure Is the cause of your joy To clean up the dead stars To call the dead stars to a meeting If they take the album to the floor To the deep From the beginning to the end The rhyme The shitty routine It's not mass exclusive So keep it please Do you believe in life after Saturday? Do you believe in what you should be afraid of? Let your soul rest for a moment Let's go on a trip We went to bed Then when the beta Fixed it You just were Without everything But it's still hard When the cross-pressure Is the cause of your joy To clean up the dead stars To call the dead stars to a meeting If they take the album to the floor To the deep From the beginning to the end The rhyme The shitty routine It's not mass exclusive So keep it please Do you believe in life after Saturday? Do you believe in what you should be afraid of? Let your soul rest for a moment Let's go on a trip We went to bed