I'd say that Whitney Houston kinda fine if she wasn't dead

That's my problem, I'm attracted to what I can't get

Say I love white boys and I love white dick

Scream and shout it, I'm a faggot, I got no regrets

I been loving, but ain't got nobody to love

Been having an itch I gotta scratch, I kill it with molly and blow

I hope that my picture worth 85k someday

I hope that my picture end up on the walls of the MoMA

Been fighting back and forth with the shit inside of my brain

My head been telling me it's over

But it's never time to go until I say it's time

I ain't done rhyming and trying to clear my mind out

Like TLC hoarder, disorderly conduct on the border between mentally insane, mentally deranged, mentally unchained

Django, Django, Django, Django

Get outside, switch it up, boy I will, this is getting stagnant

Living life, give no fucks like I've been stuck in the middle of a beauty pageant

Down the aisle, here I go, hut hut, one two, turn around

It's always the same thing

Lather it, rinse, and repeat the thing

Yeah I'm running, running, running like a stream of water down your wrists

And into the engine of your auto, like Max

Keep it in my pocket

Life for me ain't shit, you can't stop the boy

I'm a piece of shit, I admit

I don't get why I just get the urge to steal and lie and shit

I'm crying, sitting by the fire, dying

I'm alive, but I feel like I'm hanging by the fucking wire

I'd retire if I ever get these demons out my chest and shit

Reckon this, put it in the open like a naked bitch

And that's my vice, and that's my life

I'm knowing I'm not living right

It's not that I don't listen, I just don't wanna hear your advice

I love this music shit, but I can't keep on doing it

I'll say what's on my mind one day, and y'all start misconstruing it

Next thing you know, we have a show, you come out and start booing it

But leave behind potential grind, yeah that could be intuitive

Maybe one day, Echo Park will run the fucking universe

It won't come by surprise because I planned it, it was too rehearsed

Maybe hate's inevitable, it's just about who do it first

I tell myself, "You in the way

They could be great, but you the curse"

In the event that all of my time has been spent

Writing songs about regret and bitches that made me upset

I must say I owe a debt to the boys that rep the set

'Cause they deal with all the shit that, time and time again, I get

I probably won't ever really say what's on my mind again

I probably won't ever motherfucking find a friend

This group will maybe be the greatest if I don't prevent the greatness that lies within

Y'all have a cancer, I am him

I try so fucking hard every time I get a verse

I scream so fucking loud that my vocals start to hurt

I could look at you and think, "Huh, I could be worse"

But I use that energy to push me up and free converse

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a player

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love WVIMEV

You'd be lying if you said the skies were grey today

You'd be lying if you said I wouldn't take your bae

In writing, I overreact like Tyler Blevins

When recording, I only crank that shit up to a 7

But live, I'm sure that you'll feel like you're in heaven

'Cause performing, I crank that shit up to an 11

Mind games, that's all that I play, yeah

Word games, that's all that I say, yeah

Structured motions get me through the day

But chaos in my head is what makes me stay, yeah

I seen a lot of dudes throw their opportunities away before they even had 'em

I mean even right when they had 'em, shit was in their clutches but they wouldn't grab it

Rather throw it all away like they didn't want it

I mean, did they not want it?

I'm here for every opportunity, but more importantly, the artistry

The second they get exposure, they start deleting all their history

Like all the shit they did, now it's history

They didn't wanna be a part of it, they part with it

Bruh, we building up alliances

If I start it, imma finish it

Committed to a cause and imma stick with it

It's fickle minds densely supplied with the anomaly

The rest is lies, I feel alive, energized

Echo Park keeping y'all supplied

You gotta find it inside

Fuck being voluntarily paralyzed

For your own sake, don't let the wool cover your eyes