We had, we had, we had plenty of vices

Me, I'll stick to devices

Gear, I don't think I'll try this

Buds, I think you will like this

Brain on rage mode, easy to stay home

Harder to mold up my mind, this ain't like play-doh

Still Big Mac at the end of the day, bro

Used to be so caught up on the say-so

Bros vice, was a big line of that pure white

Kept him up for like four nights

Get that good shit for a poor price

Cut it up, sell it to some poor guy

Cut it up, rack it up too, but I'm not too sure why

Put anything up there, gotta make sure his door wide

Dad's vice, was that shit made you think you had head lice

Never wanted to gander, but I think the feds might

Cunt was always missing, I might see him on the next night

Or the next night, or the next night, or the next night

Brain already on the next flight, if I wanna eat, I had to text twice

Lucky to get me a bread slice, dad was busy with a fucking meth pipe

Dad was busy staying out of trouble, bad habits made it a struggle

Bad habits kept him in a bubble, mum scattered off the codeine

I think she need a fucking muzzle, turn it down, I can't solve this puzzle

How I navigate a fucking cuddle?, dad's handshake like a vice grip

Mum's hands shake, she need a vicodins, my hands shake

Thinkin' 'bout all the ways I can secure a flyer bitch

Flowers and a note, maybe coke or a toke

Maybe I don't even know, If I knew I would've succeeded

Writing lyrics till my fucking thumbs bleeding

In my mind over some dumb reasons

Paranoia over my funds freezing

2026 going dumb season

I think fuck a smile, cause I'm done cheesing

I think fuck 'em all, I'm the one leading

Strap yourself in, cause I'm not leaving

I'll cut a cunt just to get even

Yeah, I'll cut a cunt just to get even

Look, I'll slice a cunt just to get even

Like a birthday cake, think I'm done eating

You think it's bad, we ain't done beefing

This blade a drug and I'm the one fiending

You think it's bad, we ain't done beefing

This blade a drug and I'm the one fiending