[Verse 1]
So, I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don't got a filter
But I'm so tired of eatin' all of my misspoken words
 [bad word] 1]
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
That’s why you want [bad word] out and play with me (yeah)
(Why, why, why)
 [bad word] 
Stooped down and out you got me beggin’ for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly you think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I’m think you knew

[Verse 2]
I got some dirt on my shoes
My words [bad word] out as a pistol
And I'm no good at aiming, but I can aim it at you
 [bad word] 2]
I know my actions, they may get confusing
But my unstableness is my solution, to even space
That’s why you want [bad word] out and play with me (yeah)
 [bad word] 

[Bridge] x4
Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out
But my tracks are better
 [bad word]