Don't tie me down, these chains are tighter than usual
Smoking everything we got 'cause baby I'm fucking confused
Headshot for dinner, no sleep at night
It's a cannibal life
Cannibal life
Cannibal life
And oh my mama said child, what are you going to be in this life?
It's quarter past three in the morning
It's quarter past three in my brain
Find the necessary things, and cope with adolescent wings
And swing this side and we gonna be okay
Say what you want
Say what you will
My mistake, my mistake, my mistake
