do you
even know
what you do?
i guess
im a mess
just like you

imma sad bitch
yeah nails black
got some track marks
got some face tats
need a hellcat
with a LRAD
need a new nine
yeah the matte black,

laser on the smithy
so you know i’m not
missing
no warnin shots if i
catch a nigga
slippin
apple watch all in
her crotch, got her pants
unzipping–
think she gonna cuff me
man she must be
trippin,
it’s the thot god
yung elron
lil perc
yeah the hell spawn
im a hellion rockin
bell songs
with a death wish
living life wrong

graveyard shorty with
a glizzy and a forty
do a line teleport me
like a nigga rick and morty
ripped the glory from
my story to deviate
from my worries
alleviated the pressure
of pacing a path so poorly
constructed from its inception
as if that should really matter
im letters torn up and tattered
an insect born for the splatter
a penchant to hold the pattern
of living life to the lowest
of staying close to the grave
of never learning my lesson
of not remembering names
of never counting my blessings
until it’s too fucking late
of washing away the dates
with potion under the notion of
keepin it all in motion
of someone taking your place
of autumn nights in the ocean
of drowning under the waves
of never playing your game
and never seeing your face
and how this could all be different
and thinking that you’d be safe
and wishing that i had stayed
and always taking the blame
the weight it still feels the same

Que no sabes que es lo que hago?
Ya me falta que Ya no tomo tragos
Y ya me pasa que no se que hago
Pero al rato ven que es lo que hago
Moschino Brando en el bando
Saben que yo mando, yo soy el comando
Subcomandante Marcos al ataque
Vamos ya buscando, vamos al volante
Carlos el chacal, vienes a correr
Te vamos a matar, tú lo vas a ver
Sales pa correr, ya lo quieres pa comer
Te falta ya el arroz pero vas a recojer
Algo por ahí que te falta gasolina
Vamos ya subiendo ya la adrenalina
Saca guillotina, vamos a matarte
Nos faltan pesos matamos a Bezos
Buscamos a Marte matamos a Musk
Vamos corriendo está muy cabron
Viene la ira, buscando que miras
Sacamos y chutas que vienes y tiras
-PA- sacamos un disparo
-PA PA PA- te buscamos en el carro
-PA PA PA- viene para aqui, vienes para acá, te vamos a matar
Ya no sabes que voy a hacer
Siento que voy a enloquecer
Ya no sabes que voy a hacer
Siento que voy a enloquecer

[Translation]
Don't you know what it is that I'm doing?
I'm missing something I don't drink no more
And I still dunno what I'm doin
But in a lil bit you'll see what I'm doin
Moschino Brando in the bando
You know I'm charge, i am the commander
Subcomandante Marcos to the attack
We looking for you, we taking the wheel
Carlos the jackal, you gonna run
We gonna kill you, you'll see
You head on a run, you wanna eat
You out of rice but you might pick up a bit
Something round there but you're lacking gas
We going up like adrenaline
Pull out the guillotine, we gonna kill you
We out of pesos we kill Bezos
We looking for Mars to kill Musk
We running over there, shit's tough
Watch out the rage, we got you in our crosshairs
Pull up to score you trynna shoot
-PA- we shoot you
--PA PA PA- we found you in your car
-PA PA PA- You come round here, you go round there, we gonna kill you you'll see
You don't know what I'm about to do
I feel like I'm going crazy
You don't know what I'm about to do
I feel like I'm going crazy