
at the sight of threats, I'll ride the shaft
if you bite my neck, i'll fight to death
and i'd like to say that i'm not okay
i said i'll ride away lest I'ma die today
i have a line to cross, a fucking mind is cross
shitty, i am lost, God, give me a sign to toss
so i throw you my middle fingers for you to consider
and they grow on you as they fuck you like Godzilla
why do i feel like this?
why am i still like this? emotionally fucked, i refuse to be like this
but i'm like this, i can't fight this
and forgive me, i might diss, i've never felt high like this
so hi, as long as i got a story to tell
i will story tell my hell and why the fuck i fell
flat on my face, fuck it, i lost the race
i crossed the finish line last, i literally lost my face