[Verse: P.O.S]
Yeah, yeah
Spaceman spliff
Laced up, fazed
Sip a headband spliff
With expressing in a Handstand chick
And my mans and them
Ran with my d-fam
They stand as my defense
Plans grind the kinks since hand over fist
Think span over quick
Linked up never sink the ship 'n' shit
Feeding honeydew to honey dip
And kiss
Lucid dreaming in a rental whip
And split
And skip phones like stones
Tryna cross a river with it
I don't wanna deal with it
And anyway I get new one every time the season change
So I can ease thе pain
Scroll my fuckin' days away
Further 'til I fade away from murder whilе my grave awaits
Unless you got a better way
You don’t
Laughin' while they pay to play
Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades
And hope
And cope better than I should do
Let it slip 'n' slide by
I'ma stressed guy I'ma die chill
Like, way more than usual
Laid back baked
Probably late for my funeral
[Verse: Sims]
Super serotonin pumpin' dopamine
Swingin' right to left I do the coping lean
Since thirteen, slide with metal pipes
Slide with men and mice
My bike don’t pedal right
They were printin' with the Play-Doh
Rollin' up a scapegoat, rollin' up like plain clothes
I was loiter in my embroidered Houston Oiler
Learning how to spot a spoiler, avoid the toys enjoying schadenfreude
Rather let 'em cook than get caught up in what’s on their plate
I thought a thousand miles of voyaging would bring the boy to something new
But same Boyardee, c’est la vie
Home is where the riot be
Incite the fight or flee ignite the thing inside of me
Menace to anxiety
Findin' peace among the oddities and minor keys
Booming through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out
Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house
Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it babe
Burnin' down the straight away
Leave the place in beta
Save the fatal for a later date
Play without the ace of spades
Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razor blades
[ Refrain: P.O.S]
(Further—further—)
Further 'til I fade away, murder while my grave awaits
Unless you got a better way
You don’t
Laughin' while they pay to play
Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades
And hope
And cope better than I should do
Let it slip 'n' slide by
I'ma stressed guy, I'ma die chill
Like way more than usual
Laid back baked
Probably late for my funeral
[Refrain: Sims]
(Boomin'—boomin'—boomin'—boo-boo-boomin'—)
Boomin' through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out
Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house
Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it, babe
Just tryna make it, babe
