flying trippin missin all these equations coz im elevated evacuation out my minds window i guess they call me sinful mr mitch sittin biting off more than i can chew woah jack with the coke got me feeling like i mispoke better stop no drop got the liquor up shoes on the ground running through loud sound breaking through profound profanity in my head causing insanity so catch it dont drop it watchin my friends slowly make their way away from me still burning in my heart like a candle im a vandal a scandalous brisk brick in the back with some made up chick fittin in the solution 80 proof n proffesor please tell me some stories meanwhile watching shows like rick and morty call it 40 50 60 n 80 multiples in equator in a simulator waiting on the day for my pay yeah pumpin up dug n cut screaming save me to my own self break through so i dont be you watching myself tearing my mental health good days bad days all settle inbetween the pay grades yet you forced to keep on working in this world im a cog and i keep on turning its my mission impossible couldnt call me unstoppable maybe its a bit improbable to think of life like its a chance so i drive ti the beach and i make my dance callin my friends making plans feet in the sand watch my head do a 360 for the sake of feeling whitney mr mescudi excuse me could you sign this paper me choosy this me choosy that which one shall i take back break that breaking my back steppin on a thumbtack arms low coz im ready to swing looking at my foes woah hold one and hold on dont make the mistake from what i told ya proud of you even down to ya shoes then i finally hit my board up go 40 down a hill speed up slow down bam face in the ground get up get up get the get up