If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying (?) like Morpheus foresaw me (?) More fire, that's More fire, that's More fire, that's more Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, (?) on that We used to duck the sets but now we poppin' Percocets I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels I close my eyes and follow beetles and strawberry fields Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields