look for a grip when i hop up in the whip
fractiles in my vision when i take an ounce and trip
show up and roll up spark and take a hit
say what's up, then later i just disappear and dip
i waste time
that's how i live my life
i'm feeling scared so i just have to clutch onto my knife
living in freight that's a pretty shitty sight
in the need of guidance to distinguish what is right
i been surrendered, but these others care enough to fight
i held onto my own existence using all my might
vibing to music, but it's stuck up in reverse
being born on planet earth a blessing or a curse
nodding in the back as the reaper drives the hearse
distancing reality preparing for the worst