Texty:
Curl Up And Die Make Like A Computer And Get With The Program

, wasting this tired life on endless thoughts and endless nights, and i end up nothing to you, not a fucking thing and i am fucked up again. (i was nothing

, and perpetratin' My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes You get frantic New York City, run and panic California, I switch up, boogie on ya Like

You think I'm bugged man? With Catwoman, like a stranger Packed with speed, supersonic level Reed Steelo jets and Bill Blass like rockets In your pockets