[Verse 1: Rav]
(Dick out!)
I've been in survival mode for a minute now
My O2 tank starting to diminish, I
Feel so distant when I get so close
Guess I get so high not to get so low, oh
What do I need? Man, who is to say
Spark up fine weed just to move out my way
I don't trust myself to maneuver these days
Bring the eye to the front and lock my doom in a cage
Yeah, I'm a bummer still
Bummerville, population: me
Ones and Ls
I approach life like I'm in imminent danger
Then say too much; I'm an intimate stranger
Identity crisis, body dysmorphia
I think I died last year; this my memorial
Yeah, you know shit don't change
Blowing smoke out in O's
'Til I blow out my brains (bluh, bluh, bluh!)

[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Hard drives always fail
Bound to thеir mechanics
Lost my car keys, fucked around, and found Atlantis
Sеt a toggle for the damage; not a fan of friendly fire
Bomb squad alumnus; who been scrambling the wires?
I got eggs in the microwave, syrup in the Faygo
I'm mad stitches didn't toss a bird up in my face though
One day I'll snap and trade my house for a Winnebago
I think I'm Ivan Drago; if he dies, he dies
Eyes redder than Kano in his blindest eye
You the type to say Joe Rogan is my type of guy
M'kay, okay, cool; whatever, I guess
As long as boats float ass and the water kissing pink
Boy, I'm Slowpoke
Vodka shot, coke flow, this mom and pop pizza slice
I don't mean to showboat, but off the top, I speak to Christ
A little bit of body in the pen's felt
Blowing by you, speed of sound, I make sure this wind's felt
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!)
[Chorus: Rav & Scuare]
If only I could
Put my left foot in front of my right foot
There's no spring to my step
(Such a pity!)
There's no swing to my walk
(Such a pity!)
There's no reason they left, though
We should be still out here taking the same steps!
(I can't repair)
If only I could
(I can't repair)
Put my left foot in front of my right foot
(I need repairing, can't see clear)

(They say I could do whatever I want, but that's a lie. Hah)

[Verse 3: Scuare]
I'm sad in a way that you feel guilty about it
I'm backing double-stuffed oreos, in milk I'm drowning
When my stomach hurts, I swear it off, I disavow it
Soon I need another snack, I'm all up in the kitchen scouting, looking
Looking out the window, hope a bear show up
I got to see him once, but now he doesn't dare show up
'Cause if he did, I would take his fish
That bear is fake as shit
He wouldn't even make a fist to punch me in my bacon bits
I could walk in the forest for miles without being confronted
I could laugh at trees and tell them all their growth was stunted
I out-whisper leaves and bring in autumn with my breeze
I am Mr. Freeze, I'll beat Robins in my sleep
The truth is coyotes can't do this
They can't even move their mouths to form words, let alone make music!
[Chorus: Rav & Scuare]
If only I could
Put my left foot in front of my right foot
There's no spring to my step
(Such a pity!)
There's no swing to my walk
(Such a pity!)
There's no reason they left, though
We should be still out here taking the same steps!
(I can't repair)
If only I could
(I can't repair)
Put my left foot in front of my right foot
(I need repairing, can't see clear)