If you think that no one's looking
If you think that no one's listening, babe
Then you're ahead of the game
[Verse 1]
No machines, no funerals
No plugs to pull, this is my living will
And it all seems beautiful
Let it go, on with the carousel
Any day in a daze in the grey in the dirt
With a foot on your neck and your teeth on the curb
Lotta debt, lotta work
No check, lotta hurt
Lotta thoughts, big drop, no net
[Hook]
No safe in your speech
I'll take trouble with me
I know when I'm beat and I can't separate these
This route, these tries, are mine
This mission forgets sleeps
This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah
That miss-step that's mine
That rough wake that's mine
This might be it
[Verse 2]
And it all comes back
Trust, dodge, aim away
Circus rigging, games played
Clutch cover, sick lay
Let's get nervous, let's get nauseous
Meds for the life, dead to the headache
Dead to the cautious here for the sedate
To wake 'em and skate and take names
Make patience the standard, no pain
I'm a man with a matador mind man damn
And the plan is to blow the door wide man, yeah
I'm a mess, I'm a creep
No fresh, so me
I'm a troubadour here to underscore the other side, yeah
And it all comes back
Only got the two choices
All day every
Stay hushed or make noises
We're made to break
Let's test the old limits
We got us, big drop, no, let's go
[Hook]
I'm suffocating
I know when I'm beat
But I can't separate these
This route, these tries, are mine
This mission forgets sleeps
This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah
That miss-step that's mine
That rough wake that's mine
This might be it, this might be it
[Verse 3]
Got my scheme bag, keys in hand
"Peace" in the note, ten bucks and a plan
Thieves out of chance
Give a reason, glance
Leave, ghost
No luck til you make it
Sleeves to to the elbow
Grease to the hello
Ease in, please give a call to my pops
Tell him hell froze
Tell him I'mma see an end, but no before him
Big drop, no net, no
[Hook]
Out of your reach
You'll never catch me
I know when I'm beat
But I can't separate these
This route, these tries, are mine
This mission forgets sleeps
This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah
That miss-step that's mine
That rough wake that's mine
This might be it
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