Workhorsing

[Intro]
Eh, heh, eh, eh-heh (That's weird)
Eh-eh, oh yeah
Syrin— Syringe

[Verse]
Trying to find something to make, it in my head
Most of the time I think of that, I suffer brain damage
Lack of understanding, my reasoning for most of this
Not looking for no damn advice, I'd rather let my fingers shed
Speaking a clue and hoping that you'd get the fucking message
Mentally fucked until I'm at that place, 'til then I'm reckless
Working so fast, you cannot catch up and you making messes
Don't play the tame one and let you walking with the arm around it
You fucking it up, nobody is really understanding
Day after day, I'm always full of coffee I injected
Don't clear your eyes when you can't visualize the fucking message
Sound of Irritation came and went like cauterization
Hell nah, hell nah, smelling like trashcans
Smelling like fish, then I throw it away
Chillin' today, ayy
Fuck a couple years, fuck a couple breaths
Motherfucker, get to fuckin' killin' shit
Damn, I am
Now, I don't know what to do next, uh
Fuck, bitch, I'm stuck in a place I can't touch
I'ma get all of us out the bullshit fuckin' mud, uh
I don't do drugs (Fuck all the Xanax), fuck all the Xanax
Fuck outta here with dumb shit
Fuck up some dumb shit, fuck all the ratchets
Fuck all the ratchets
Bitch, I'm make fun on my own
Bitch, I'm make—
Fuck all the churches, fuck all the churches
Blaming Satan, what did the cunt do?

[Outro]
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah, uh
Ah, uh, uh
Fuck this, fuck this