Verse 1 - Cinco:

I don't need you (Uh)
But I want you (And)
Not gonna hunt you (Uh)
But I'ma haunt you (Damn)
And, yeah, I'm drawn to (Uh)
What I cannot attain
And everything that's out my brain
Is just me spittin' game
See, I am not like other people
Nosediving from the top of a steeple
I'm duckin' and dodgin' the evil
But all of my attempts seem feeble
Thread that needle... Impossible
Hallucinate my obstacles
Success, it is improbable
Because they feed us all a lot of bull
And we eat it
Bite the hand that's feedin'
We're bred to ask no reason
Til the day that we cease our breathin'
So don't question, just believe it
You better break yourself from that mold right now
And we hold shit down with a bold-ass sound
Me and BKnitts style like holy cow (x3)

Verse 2 - BKnitts:

Holy cow, I'm hungry. Ate a burger out in Budapest.
Hella turkey waitin out in Istanbul, I'm shooting West.
Chuck a brain against the wall. It's pretty much the noodle test.
My flows cold, take some Sudafed, I'll do the rest.

You can bet the dude is stressed.
But never clutching to a bottle, there's
About a billion thoughts to bare, I'm witnessing you're not aware
You're victim to the plot of their... mind eaters...

This rap game is like solitaire mixed with minesweeper.
I'll let that sink in.
I could blow at any minute if I think and play my cards right.
Bangin like a carbine but treat it like a part time.

Locked up on a dark night. Saving sonnets in my archive. Anthropomorphic like The Far Side.
Another white rapper from the burbs? What a hard life.
Every time I spit I sit back to watch the bar rise.

It's mine.

I'm from a city where it snows in the spring time.
So I'm spendin most of my days on the inside.
Toe tapping to tracks tip toeing over thin ice.
Then getting sucked under by depression like a riptide.

Look behind his eyes. There's more than meets the retina.
I'm a firm believer in believing in a zealot.
I think it's wise to listen to the man that never says much.
A child of the world there ain't no point in throwin sets up.

Contemplating peep the plate upon my conscience.
Floating in the ether - coulda swore I was beyond this.
Reaching out to thoughts quick. Speaking like I'm Gandhi.
Wishing for connection to the people that surround me.

I know the concepts strange.
Just wanna help you believe.
And if I can't make a change.
Maybe there ain't room for me.