[Intro: Aidan Briggs]
Trey, can you fucking stop?

[Verse 1: Trey Cardi]
Time for action, baby
What a time it's been
Seen a crime or two committed
Whether dim or genuine, slim thick
I'm right brained but I'm liberal
I'm writing bars in this cubicle
I'm tryna find a fucking hobby except reversing the crucible
Got that dreamer Cudi swerve
Kia Soul and a dash
Think it's gross, run you over, attack
You spew the brains and the gore
And they say "No, bitch, I'm Igor"
Blooming like a flower
No, fuck this stupid metaphor
No, it's not an indie album
As a concept, real shit
Never leave through windows
We gon' be this big
No, it's not a debut project
At least with my mindset
King has arrived, we make your burger charred
Keep a record flowing song to song
Bong to bong, they'll bump this shit from off to on
Like a switch that got stuck
Lights flicker, ain't got time for that
Let it go to strobe and then we bite back
I'm talking to you (Talking to you)
Who is your crew? (Who the fuck?)
We come up, rap beats and bars, present to you (Merry Christmas!)
Why ain't you talk? (Why ain't you talk?)
Been cashing the stock (Cashing the stock)
You say we ain't got rules and tools
Nothing to do (Do your chores, bitch!)
I'm rhyming me with me, it with it, still sounds right
Not the most lyrical and it ain't tight (It's all good)
They say to do great things
And then to live my fucking dreams
Give me the truth of the matter
At least I've got some funny memes

[Spoken word Chorus 1: Aidan Briggs and Trey Cardi]
Don't say the f-word too much
F***
I'm just gonna look up name brands
And just start yelling them
So we can just bleep the whole thing
That's actually not a bad idea
This beats' really good
I mean, you can rap anything over this beat and I'm so proud of it
Oh, anything? Really?
Choking on the dick of my homie just like a lollipop

[Verse 2: Aidan Briggs]
Another time I let my temper get the best of me
Another time I try to look but I can never see
A schizophrenic prayin' on me, think he saving me
Imaginary friend think I’m a faggot
Shame on me
Some peace in quiet man
I’m on my knees and begging please
I’m not your damn accessory
Or your fucking friend
Just let me be
I’m sick and tired
You just like me cause I’m gay
Shit, man, go ask my boyfriend
I'd do anything to get laid
By "laid" I’m being honest
If I say I want attention
Hard on for affection gets the best of my intentions
Doing damage control
I’m tryna focus on prevention
Stuck in my own mind with this disorder of obsession
When I’m sulking in my room
The picture might reflect my mental state
Room without a view, inside a box I can’t escape
Note to self, I understand
Surviving is pretty bland
But can we try to be a man instead of fucking your damn hand?
The cable wrapped around my neck is a metaphor for my art form
Suffocating but the only way I have a platform
Tongue is caught on fire
Pen is burning at the touch
True that the words outlive the writer
But for me is that really saying much?

[Spoken word Chorus 2: Aidan Briggs and Trey Cardi]
C*****, Re****, Di****, Pe****, Li****ily, Es****
Stop!
Alright, Aidan, Aidan, Aidan
I think you've done your job
I think you've named all of the brands ever created
This list is only halfway done
No, no, no, wait, please don't start saying more
Fa****, Tro***, **ster, Ga****

[Outro: Aidan Briggs and Trey Cardi]
Alright, let's go eat, take our minds off this
And then come work on it
Alright