They don't, wanna, see you, win
They just, wanna, see you, end
This club is in the stars
Find the vibes high, live, lit
Running my fingertip on-the
That's Scrat-chin' the back of
Turn that, record over; wreck chords on the tracks
Open up the soul that is trapped within traps
Atmospheric raps, how many have a fear of that
Skydive, no chute, roll dice, can't shoot craps
I'm losing my mind more than the moments in scrap
My scope is micro this phone is mic'd and black
Few muses move me as much as this new cast
Drive a GT 5-5 groove, tube full of crack
Solo on the tightrope, hold still
Sight scoped on the cold steel
For the old feel, so real
I'm homing for the old feel
Only cause I wanna lose myself
Go ahead and light one, and ugh
This club is in the stars
Go ahead and light one, and ugh
Only cause I wanna lose myself