Play Dead

[Intro] This is not good [Verse 1] Bat shit, I'm bat shit, my ships crash, my zag zig I'm all whiplash in that black tint, black ash on my flag pin I go zip zap and y'all back spin, y'all spacecrafts call mayday I like tailspins when they back lit and cats scrambling for that safe space He plays defense around dead zones, next up to cold explode Rest up, I go death punch, it rains F'd up UFOs I throw episodes in all star maps that get veterans to bring barf bags It bring hellfire and little party hats for those parting ways with they tarmac Blast off and get waxed off, these saboteurs are like pack dogs I might shoo 'em off and they boomerang, line 'em up and illuminate It goes ooh and ah and you too late, we got a failure to communicate In my rearview's a little planet Earth and my calendar is straight doomsdays Fuel up and I steamroll, you better moonwalk when that screen scroll I feed castaways to these gamma rays and my handshake is all sleeper hold Ease in and get heave-hoed with no easy mode and no foul play Bounty hunters get found out, power up or get outpaced [Chorus] Ease awake at 3 AM He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen Give me a lost world to locate Get ghost with folk who don't obey, okay, okay (You're almost out of time) [Verse 2] Time is not being a good friend, smoke is being a good bookend I'm no joke, I only go full send, don't poke at the pure bred bullhead Dog fights that call for old fight songs, start crossing names off the flight log Might light cigars off the fire ball, we are well past any kind of dialog Warfare, I don't war fair, I like rocket fuel in my morning air I like red buttons under iron fists and my stunt doubles like, "I quit" The kid three-sixty all side-eye and pluck wild geese from that twilight I go hyperspeed and can't drive for shit, I just bob and weave when y'all skydive Lights blink and my screens glitch, if I lose it all, I ain't need the shit I call "Bombs away", it turn mobs away, you're all, "Die alone," I'm all, "Not today" We go eye for eye around pale moons, fighter pilots find Jesus I don't tread soft with that special sauce, see you was better off in some mail room Dumb luck and no late pass, I get gussied up and I gate crash I'm playing laser tag in plain stupid odds, tag my name on they fuselage Outlier in the main event, I keep downsizing y'all's data set Infiltrators get checkmate, it's maybe best to just play dead [Chorus] Ease awake at 3 AM He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen Safe and sound out the crash site Life forms that refuse to flatline, that's right, that's right (You don't even care do you?)