Transcript (en)

No peace, but release the cash, watch the fall slowly Crap, I'll still trust you Headed mad for whatever reason Shope in the air, pack his drink They lose it when the DJ's dropping me Getting so cold, not bleeding What in the world was I thinking? There ain't no money to be made There is nothing to respect On this fucking black needle cream seat In the rainbow, rockin' john's, when you're in it Like you see them ready to take a picture