[Intro]
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[Chorus: Mikey the Magician]
Need my friends to stay with me to get me back to normal (Yeah)
Sometimes, I wish we wasn't poppin', get us back to normal (Yeah)
Sometimes, I open up my eyes and hope I'm back to normal (Yuh)
And hope I'm back to normal (Ayy), and hope I'm back to normal (Ayy)
Need my friends to stay with me to get me back to normal (Yeah)
Sometimes, I wish we wasn't poppin', get us back to normal (Yeah)
Sometimes, I open up my eyes and hope I'm back to normal (Yuh)
And hope I'm back to normal (Ayy), and hope I'm back to normal (Ayy, yuh, ayy)

[Verse 1: Mikey the Magician]
Don't fuck around and get smoked
My pretty boy smile don't joke
Fuck around and get a dose of me
You about to get hooked like it's dopamine
They got jealousy that's reeking through the place
Enemies that wanna see me fade
But they could never take my work away
I've been working from the interstate
On the tour and we still independent
It's nothing big, but I'm just saying that
I remember shit from way back
When Pou and the gang have a pay stamp
When records were made in the basement
But now there's a whole lot of faces
That I don't know, I'm out to solo sometimes
[Verse 2: nothing,nowhere.]
Okay, it's Mr. Always Cry a Lot
Says he wants to die a lot
Always hide my face like I'm the fuckin' emo juggernaut
If they ain't know, then they know now
They tellin' me that I should slow down
Only wear black when I roll around
When I'm in the pit, know I throw down
I don't want friends, 'cause they question my name
When they ask me, I tell 'em it's nothin'
You say it's your time and you poppin' online
But we checked, and you ain't even buzzin'
I know I'm fucked up, but I will fuck you up
If you talk shit, when push come to shovin'
I'll call up Mikey and he got the chopper
And I ain't talking about no Harley
I've been rollin' 'round on my side of town
In that Subaru, it's nothing new, my dude
Well it's solo, fuck a logo, no promo, came from the borough
They never gave a fuck about me
But now they be hittin' my phone up
I've been killin' tracks, I be the sad assassin
I've been on my grind, I think I'm Bucky Lasek
Is you really 'bout that shit? You ain't really 'bout that shit
Man, fuck a vacation, I'll sleep when I make it, be patient
[Outro]
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