What are we to ever do, my mind is lead and you're a wall 
The lions den of I'm akin, to sleeping late and eating wrong 
Well If I ever got it straight, I think id bend at every pause 
The action leaking out my face, from breathing paint to missing calls 

Well I'm the sugar-coated tooth, and I [bad word] [bad word] your mood 
While staring at the frozen foot, I realized I'm stupid too 
Well Farming isn't fun at all, and I will build a thousand malls 
And eat the food courts flesh, from every single city 

Before you ask what you think you want to know 
Take a look at my face and how far you think I'll go 
Because I've had it up to here for the 37th time this year 
And I've kept it bottled down 
But not this time, not here 
Cause I'm [bad word] on one 
Shave it out, you need a break from hair [bad word] out bald, I'm the eagle in the air 
With the big [bad word] braids and the folding chair 
Just shave it out, you need a break from hair 

I feel the marrow in my bones 
Heart is beatingHeavy breathing 
Can't stop it when I'm in my zone 
Blood is colder It's taking over 
Set it up, cover the plans, record everyone, make demands 
Positional strategy, split was disastrous, flanking the siege 

You've seen me arrive 
Shed my disguise I thought you wanted to, I thought you wanted to 
Keep it alive 
Fight to survive I thought you wanted to I thought you wanted to 

Bit by bit I recover from this 
Cleanse my palette and validate my gifts 
Little by little, remove myself from the middle 
Stick to the man till they bones is brittle, aware?