Mayday ft. Con Artist

Cleared for the sedative, and strapped down for the hell of it

No need for the Benjamins when I'm on the adrenalin

Cut through my skin just to witness the skeleton

Not scared to bleed because the pain is irrelevant

Sat in my cage and you know I'm feeling just fine

Blazing through grams watching compilations of old vines

Was this my plan, just burn through my whole life?

Never that, I just got lost thanks to mixed signs

But now I'm on my path you can't catch cuz I'm not lookin back

Burning rubber on my track sparking up without a match

Boys are mirin like I'm cracked, girls are sitting on my lap

I never disappoint and you know it's a fuckin fact