Sitting in the motherfucking dirt just hurt
Always bitching about you never get the shit that you deserve
While you rotting on the curb, I'ma take off with the birds
Waiting for the right time but for me now works
We forever create levels, hit the lever kill the power
Every dot a witching hour on the clock upon the mantel
Don't be acting like you mental, you don't really wanna feel it
Hearing what ain't really there seeing what you know you isn't
Exhale blow the leaves, strip search all the trees
Bones like his forest sharp leave if you don't want to bleed
All they wanna be is me, all I wanna do is leave
I contaminate the minds of the viewers of the slang
(Fuck)