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[Intro]
I'm off a pack
I'm off a pack
Yeah, ay, yeah

[Verse]
Ayy
I'm off a pack in the back, tryna calm down
Only flax, only spin round the block now
Lag from jet in my bed, made a hideout
Ghillie suit, "Imma sue" headass, tap out
I'm a psychic if you shoot, I'm a nuisance to the loot
Death dot under my booth, won't find me
Burning books in the streets
There's no pages, no ink
I pray to god through a screen

[Chorus]
Yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like its simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like its simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

[Bridge]
Taught the fruit how to eat itself
I'd do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when they drag you to hell
Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick, jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come 'round here with a story to sell

[Chorus]
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like its simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Yeah, because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like its simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

[Verse 3]
Taught the fruit how to eat itself
I'd do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when they drag you to hell
Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick, jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come around here with a story to sell
Yeah