i hear the kick of the snare pick up the pad click the pen started to stare i know what's wrong but its hard to care hard to share your hand when yhe cards arent fair i needed parents but they werent there mom had to work to pay the bills i was smoking weed Nd popping pills to strung out to think i should stop and chill to be real i may be in over my head at least thats how it feels let me get out my feels ive got dope to deal i never cut that hook it up fat so they always come back but im no good at keeping contact stand to close youll catch a contact ive been neaning ti get on that im headed for infinity and beyond that this mortal ready tor thr combat ill fuck you pussies up like a tom cat all my letters lower case you talk in cap lock im oldschool like matlock no time to chill feels like a bad spot harvest thoughts my mind is a cash crop heart beating hard believing its moments before blast off 1 in a billion thr feeling that ive got no time for building the villian is my clock no penicillin for healing on my watch dent