[Intro: Sunday107]
I don’t like the internet, my persona is my bane— (Jason)
I—I don’t like the internet, my persona is my— (Jason)

You say you have ADHD? All you do is sit on your phone all day, what the fuck do you expect you fuckin' retard, don't fuckin' say that shit to me, don't try and tell me you have that shit. 'Cause I know damn well you never got fucked up, bruh
Fuck you dumbass

[Verse 1: wednesday]
I'ma mix Red & Vod with antidepressants
I don’t wanna get no arrest warrants
Ho—hope my mum don’t hear this one, my lyrics so abhorrent (No!)
I be makin' potions like a witch in a cauldron (Hahaha!)
I don’t even listen to rap, I listen to black metal
Improvised explosives, I let the dust settle
He loves me, he loves me not, I’m starting to run outta' pedals—
He loves me, he loves me not, I’m starting to run out— I can't breathe
—loves me, he loves me not, I’m starting to run outta' pedals
If cutting was a sport then I’d need a gold medal (This isn't happening)
I’m takin' all the pills we got, 'cause I ran outta' tabs
I don't gotta throat no more, 'cause I smoke caps
I fucked on a skater chick, she said that my dick was rad
Ask me if I’m happy, can't you tell? Bitch, I'm so glad

[Verse 2: Sunday107]
Watch that frown upon my face this cycle is a curse to me
I’m torturing my brain cells my attention span is worsening
I don’t cut but if I did this feature would be the first to see
While writing lyrics on this open bloody like a murder scene
Man, fuck the scene, I don’t owe it shit 'cause it ain’t pay me none
The best I’ll get is promo, 'bout 5 dollars and a pack of runtz
These dudes weird as fuck, they rap 'bout shit they never lived (Bruh)
A ton of people in this com PDF files, they XaTuring's son (What the fuck)
But shout wednesday, I dropped this feature for the bro
Besides the clique, I’m charging 25 up on the low (I work in this fucking scene)
I'll spend days after days getting my brain back to normal
Disappointed in my every thought because I don’t think formal and best know
I don’t like the internet, my persona is my bane (DJ FROSS)
I watch my music get no where, get off my phone and stay away
Give me more control, I hate my SoundCloud and my Insta page
Fuck all these corporations tryna' gatekeep all my data, mane
I'ma build a website just for me and my fucked up thoughts
My brain won’t let me learn the things I want to so I’m feelin' lost
Gotta go to sleep and dream about all the goals and things I want (Fuck!)
My memory is limiting these goals, I’m in weird spot
[Outro: wednesday]
No one gets it
No one gets it
The greatest nightmare!
Ask me if I’m happy, can't you t—
Ask me if I’m— Ask me— Ask me— Ask me— Ask me—