Man that's all I ever (do-do)
So I don't fuck with (y'all)
Man that's all I ever (do-do)
So I don't fuck with (y'all)
Yeah, Aspect, Roadkill

Find me layin' on the couch
Sprawled out on my back
With a cigarette lit
A forty bottle in my lap
It's obvious I lack a normal job
And that's a fact
Get up off me
They get salty
I'ma stomp 'em in the tracks
Meet karma when you're cocky
That's for talkin' out the ass
Not a fucking soul can stop me when I drop it all on wax
I send a shout out to the underground lyricists
Once we come around you hear the thunder pound pyramids
We got 'em all runnin' from the un-profound fearlessness
The rumble sound
Fuck it I'ma hunt 'em down
Period
Fuckin' vicious on a mission for the cheese
Leave these other rappers spittin' trippin' crippled at the knees
A disease
Please
This shit is contagious
I'm livin' outrageous
Like dogs when they stick 'em in cages
Your writtens is basic
I'm sinnin' like I live in the matrix
I'm flippin' the pages and shittin' on the bitches who hate it
I'm out

I just wanna hide my stress
So I'm chillin' gettin' high til' death
I don't need you
'Cause you're see through
You the kinda person I don't speak to
No

I just wanna hide my stress
So I'm chillin' gettin' high til' death
I don't need you
'Cause you're see through
You the kinda person I don't speak to
No

I strive on
Said I'm seein' a purpose
Each of these verses are curses
Got 'em feelin' so nervous
Keepin' it cursive
I'm bleedin' just to be so assertive
Me as a person
I'll hate to see 'em seem so uncertain
And a beast that emerges
Detergent couldn't clean up the filth
Dealin' with guilt
Tequila got me leanin' on stilts
So fuck it
I keep it modest
So the truth will unfurl
How can you claim to be the man but have the moods of a girl?
I'm sick and the doc said it I could use a referral
I'm confused a normal dude without a clue in this world
Testing all types of medicine
I know that I'm high
Hold the surprise I'll coast and blow the smoke in the sky
Not the type to stay up all night from cuttin' coke into lines
I'd rather focus on myself and hope that no one survives
Blaze a cigar, I'm lazy so I gaze at the stars
It's crazy cause since a baby I been playin my cards
Merk

I just wanna hide my stress
So I'm chillin' gettin' high til' death
I don't need you
'Cause you're see through
You the kinda person I don't speak to
No

I just wanna hide my stress
So I'm chillin' gettin' high til' death
I don't need you
'Cause you're see through
You're the kinda person I don't speak to
No

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Writer(s): Cole Corbett Stevenson, Reece Zazulak