Well, well I'm constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about Is 'cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos I don't get it seconds are wasted As for the name of the game that I tasted This is the last one, this is the end A messenger dead and no message to send Great wall, white whale, I strike the sun Now its done, done, done, the word is now undone
Transparent parent, mister master Driving a boy from his youth to disaster Bad, bad, bad brain day and I'm blessed with the word It comes to my head in the shape of a bird, yeah yeah Do it again where I am in the air Getting so drunk in my head that I care Id est I, et Ego est he, in a low key
Yes check it out, check, check it out
Here we're coming, speaking to the gente Going to the loco in the quarashi juego Pass me the mirror and I'll cut you a line This is a sequel, I check out and shine Now come on and every body let's get high I'm above the clouds living a goddamn lie
But later on, I'm back at last Their grabbing my T-shirt come on take a rest Doing this y'all, doing that y'all Until I stand up against something I fall Bring out the best every days a test Four seven temperature the last one is best
One, one, two, check this out
Here I am my friends like never before Out in the back I'm watching the score It's twisted, it's true but I love the sick mother Keeping her good like there was no other Brother, there must be a way to get through the day Without getting stuck in the role of the prey Oh, I am still no one locked in the cage Trying to get back the hand that I gave