Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
This the type'a shit that make ya head go bang
Bang bang to the wall poppin' out veins
Break a thang but it'll neva make the shit same
Too much I don't give a shit to really change things
Neva listen what another folk say
'Less he got more money comin' in than Bill Gates
Maybe then I can learn one or two things
But I'd rather take a psychedelic shroom then what got to say
Sick of having nothin' in my fridge but a thang of salad dressing and a little bit of moldy rye
Buddy told me eat a little bit of that shit
I would trip like shit said 'boy you'll die'
No wonder why I never trust a soul anymore
Neva turn my back like a corner in the fourth
Foth down and the goaline pass to myself like I'm Brad J. bitch, fuck everybody else
Hey hey hey, hold up mane
Bout to change the pace on you motherfuckers right quick mane
Check this shit out
This is the type of shit that'll lead to bangin' yo' head
Like my chick when she cracking the head of my bed
Is enough of it never enough for me spending my time doing nothing but shit that I dread
Never wanna wish upon another deity when I can wish upon me with never dealing with a priest
Watch that shit you say, your God ain't savin' you from shit
Sortahuman!

[Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman]
Dressed in all black and it's dark as shit
Lighten up my body, finna spark that shit
Looking for my car, where I park that shit
When I hit that joint, I hit it hard as shit
Hop out my whip, so quick we dip
I swing, I drip, I smash, I ship
I love my life, this life's a gift
Some good, some bad, its really hit or miss
We should realize this is a feeling of bliss
[?] out the bullshit, work this or solve this
[?] piff
Whats that, whats this, whats up, what if?
Its never fucking simple, think about what you miss
That's why I say fuck a hater I ain't got time for this
Just keep it 100, its all about originality
Stay focused on the grind best believe that's my mentality
They don't really know shit about me
Do they really know shit about you
Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows
How we get here, God I'm confused
They don't really know shit about me
Do they really know shit about you
Me and Ghostemane moving through the shadows
How we get here, God I'm confused
God I'm confused, it's the other kinda dudes
God I'm confused, with a different kinda crew
Fuck the industry, fuck playing by the rules
Stay true, do you, do what you gotta do
Gotta stay on my grind
Gotta stay making moves
Gotta stay making tunes
Nope, I ain't got no time for the booze