(Landfill)

Run up the mill

Chase the dollar bill, uh

Run up the mill

Chase the dollar bill

You don't wanna fuck around

And die on that hill

Keep your jitters steady, uh

In the morning, gotta get ready, uh

There's no damn confetti, yeah

This party's getting messy, yeah

I walk in, feelin' myself

Riddin' myself of ill will

I perk up, not on Perc'

Fix yourself, that's the deal

Creature staring at my glow

Better flash and let 'em know

How this go

There's no out, only up

That's for sure

In the mix, grabbin' drinks

Take a sip, let it sink

What you think?

Are you trippin'? Can you blink?

Grab my knife, let it skin

Let it blood, let it thin

All that blood in the drink

I think that it's turnin' pink, yeah

Run up the mill

Chase the dollar bill

You don't wanna fuck around

And die on that hill

Keep your jitters steady, uh

In the morning, gotta get ready, uh

There's no damn confetti, yeah

This party's getting messy, yeah

All this noise got me buggin' in my sleep, sit still

All this walkin' got me achin' in my ankle, let's chill

All this chatter got me chatty when the opposite is real

All these thoughts circling 'round like I'm runnin' through the field

In the midst of all the pressure

It can garner out some steel

Like machinery at work

Nothing cares 'bout how you feel

When you're achin' in the habit of what works

Don't you know?

That there's always something else

Something unlike of before

Run up the mill

Chase the dollar bill

You don't wanna fuck around

And die on that hill

Keep your jitters steady

In the morning, gotta get ready, uh

There's no damn confetti, yeah

This party's getting messy, yeah

Run up the mill

Chase the dollar bill

You don't wanna fuck around

And die on that hill

Keep your jitters steady

In the morning, gotta get ready, yeah

There's no damn confetti, yeah

This party's getting messy, yeah