Lyrics:

[Intro: Jon Mess]
No frowns around
I'm now an older clown
I think I honked my spleen
The money came to answer my prayers
If you're filming me piss
It's probably best I stop the stream
My colon is golden; eyes, they gleam

[Verse 1: Tilian]
Waking up
Courage in my cup
Last night was rough
Don't remember much
Waking up
Courage in my cup
Last night was rough
Doing what I love

[Pre-Chorus: Tilian]
Running on fumes, what can I do?
Waiting for my score to come through
Desperate for some motivation
Running on fumes, checking my views
Scrolling for a comment that proves
I don't need more motivation
[Chorus: Jon Mess, Tilian]
I'm locked in, I'm stocked up often
I'm shopping, my face is frosted
I'm living life as if I'm alrеady dead
I'm spilling cups and then I'm f*cking the fеd
I'm locked in and talked up often
No caution, my pace is toxic
I'm living life as if I'm already dead
Open and shut, you know I gave it my best

[Verse 2: Rob Damiani]
Was feeling panicked, so I got myself a knife
Then I felt empty, so I went and got myself a wife
I tried to learn about the meaning of my life
But I couldn't quite decide on which good book to buy

[Breakdown: Jon Mess]
'Cause I'm like that