[Intro] Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, ooh, ow Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, ooh, ow Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, ooh, ow Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, ooh, ow, ow [Verse 1] I got insufficient funds The month's rent is a gun To my head, but I can't run The landlord wants to land them a sum A-some-a-somethin' like, "Son What the fuck, is you tryna buy the sun?" (Holy shit) And, yo, I'm fed up...Learn More

Verse 1: Did you figure it out it yet? What to do with this figurative outlet I’m running my mouth at I haven’t slept well in a couple days Tryna figure it out but I’m stuck in the shapes That I’m handed, power to the people they demanded But what kind of power man I can’t understand it Was it boomin' in the Soviet Union? Presuming, that it was...Learn More

[Verse: Space Baby] Melancholy, melancholy, always feelin' sorry Like every rhythm's an obituary flowin' from my body Can sadness have some beauty, or in this case are we Limited by what our language has in store for me? That's ridiculous, like words are a commodity Even the phrases that I use are ideology But fuck it, I gotta recognize the limits,...Learn More