Off in the deep, awesome often
No question, please back up off 'em
Back then we was on one
Now we on two with like optional caution
Watching them watch, boss is a bit scared of the flock
Lost in the mix, dare to get caught where you wouldn't be dead
Better off, lead foot, yeah ready get set
Ain't nothing better than kicking dust like you don't give a shit
Ain't nothing new about this, ain't nothing truer than death
Eggs and wakey bakey babies, crazy for sleeping through this
Slippin hallucinogens into they juice and they gin
Making Beliebers out of em, split em like 7 and 10
Gutter baller stutter strut, fuck is up
Nutter Butter and a Snapple apple in a plastic cup
What the what

And I was all hunt
Aimed it at the sun
Banged it then I run
And it ain't the same as I painted it
But damn if it ain't fun
I was working on imperatives while they were crafting narratives
About who they are and what they do
I was on that show and prove
But that going for broke almost broke me in two
I laid it all on the line
No fault but the earth moved and I sunk in
And there it is somewhere along the way I buried it
I still don't have that figured out
Now I'm digging out
And I dig in, gun packed
Trying to get that hunt back
I need a kill, need a kill
That's how I was built
High wire no net
Scars match, whole set
Out for the kill, for the kill
For the thrill of it all

I was young, my blood electric
Head on fire
Kissed every messenger
Better yet got to send some myself
Spent whole nights banging the bells
I was kite
Above the water
Too light for fears of falling
Every night went on and on and on and on
Didn't want to lace it all up tight
Wanted to catch the falling knife
Running on faith and fallen arches
Calling all archers to let fly
The shock of your body awake
A temple a tomb and a safe
It runs til it doesn't, they come and take it away

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): ANDREW WILLIAM SIMS, DESSA MARGRET WANDER, KYLE CRAIG SMITH, STEFON LERON ALEXANDER