Swashbo ft. Kirby V.

Fall south to stay sober, mind fried, body toasted

Wake up no sleep, look in the mirror, sigh twice, blink

Think about the present, walk out on the scene the future is what you believe, the past is

You grab the world, yell loud and plea I'm just tired, wanna go to sleep

Bag of bricks that hold stress on me

Constant pressure from the world

Push the devils in the lead

I'm nervous but so addicted to surprise of various needs

If it happened as normal, I'd hit high and fall fast asleep

Never to rest, only control my dreams

Wake up and start another scene, public enemy number one is me

Big clock, just to Flavor Flav the scene