White lines, cruel designs,

You just can’t get enough,
Flash of light, out of sight,
Now it’s in your blood,
Confetti nights, petty fights,
They always end the same,
You’ll do the same tomorrow,
You know you’ll never change

The next time you call me late at night
I just want you to know

Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,
If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

Red wine, on the rug,
It looks just like blood,
Cold sweat, shallow breath,
One thing you can’t outrun,
Late nights, cruel delights,
It’s all got too much,
You’ve run out of patience,
Now you’ve run out of luck

The next time you call me late at night
I just want you to know

Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,
If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

He got a sick note, he don't need opinion,
Got a policy novelty for the minions, all out.
No reason to shout about it.
He got new shoes, straight views, loved by legions
And an ever seemingly increasing loss of reason.
But hey, the world has to end some day.
God bless all of you keeping account.
Its about the damage limitation and the placement of doubt.
Slim times for the who where? who why? Who when?
And all the nonsense singing cavalries.
Its your ugly word now.
Conversation indicating self fulfilling prophecies,
If you cannot do, then stay away from teaching.
This inadequacy is spreading through genetically
End the surman, put an end to these proceedings
Woah woah woah woah
Put an end to the proceedings

So fucking late
I am so fucking late

So many things to see
Reality is softer through an lcd screen
Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams
All seem in my reach

Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars
My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard
Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ?
Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way
My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity
How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art
Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard

But it's all possible; all accessible
I won't be another sad clown in this circus
But it's all possible, so fucking buyable
Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus

In Walmart I trust
It’s just a race for the newest grail
I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase
I'll pull out the blade
Holy syrup running through my veins
Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt

Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink
I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink
I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell
A church that’s lost its fucking bell
Possessions for an empty shell
Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame

Let me enlighten the worthless and plain
It's a lifelong quest

But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feign

Back up
Back up
Back up
Freeze
Look at the spot we deep We run it we run it we deep
This flow's like a 100-degrees
With the squad up out in the field
The credit don’t need it we out for the visa Hustled the struggle the fees
Put that in everything I want the haters to see The players to see
The motivators 'casue they know how it feels
'Cause they relate to the greats
I don’t need no handouts
I don't need no favours and clout Popular demand
Feed the fam is only plated plan Cry me a river
You say that you the man Caution
I’m walking living moshpit
Build it we live
Growing the villa the city’s a tribe We bring the vibes
Back up
Back up
Back up
Freeze
Look at the spot we deep We run it we run it we deep
Back up
Back up
Back up
Freeze
Look at the spot we deep We run it we run it we deep
Don’t you come up in here with yo hands to side
All my dawgs is out to see so you know you can’t hide Back in the mix
They ain’t feel nothing like that in a minute Keep your head high as bad as it gets
We gon' make it out for all us to get Where my dawgs at?
Ain’t got that dog in you should fall back 100 of us we in all black
Huddled like dang you see all that?
Back up
Back up
Back up
Freeze
Look at the spot we deep We run it we run it we deep
Back up
Back up
Back up
Freeze
Look at the spot we deep We run it we run it we deep

My mind’s like a battlefield,
The pressure’s holding on,
The scar that’ll never heal,
Reminds me where I'm from.

Fight back all my demons,
The devil ain't got nothin on me,
I don't need no permission,
I just take everything I need.

Standing at the top of my empire,
I'm at the top of my game,
I'm at the top of my empire,
I will no be tamed.

At the top of my empire,
Oh yeah,
At the top of my empire,
Yeah,
Say, say, yeah,
At the top of my empire,
At the top of my empire,
Oh yeah,
I'm at the top of my game,
At the top of my empire,
At the top of my game.