ain't a fucking city it's a mother fucking hike like wind whip cold and like a tundra in the night lose sight of the sky whose right I lie soon rather later we all die to hate hate of self hate others and the hate of mother nature probably hate that bitch cuz were killing her quickly damn old hag lately you've been looking sickly at the same time never disappointing to look tripping on the sky you see Lucy tought me how to fly now I write away the things that make you cry oh I think he finna bawl like that kid who sucked an artist out himselve got them Grammys on the shelf with my health dear can come up running stealth keep your head low run to cover reproduce once love another love your brother keep your dumbass out the gutter skip the toast and easy on the butter bud is king gravel in my voice like when I sing like when I sing