Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
'Cause you ain't gotta worry 'bout me ('bout me, 'bout me...)
Worry 'bout me
'Cause you ain't gotta worry 'bout me ('bout me, 'bout me...)
Except when I'm doing some fucked up shit
Yo, these wasted summer nights are our perennial achievements
I offer Viking burials at sea at your convenience
Peace, I'll catch you in Valhalla
Roll on stage, neck a jaga gin and shout at ya
Outflank ya, pincer movements
Features looking like your malnourished children drew them
And you wonder why you're disillusioned
Maybe you're just terrified of dying as a wrinkled human
I ain't gonna move an inch, I'm lounging
Raid the fridge with telescopic arms, douse him
Catch me in the Adriatic drowning
Scuba dive through my life in rotten terraced housing
I am not tight glued or cable tied to anything
Fuck the weak adhesives you weasels are peddling
I could fill a canyon with the dead weight I'm severing
Probing veins coursing with adrenaline
I ride an old dune buggy with the slashed brakes
Riding shotty with the gash clad in black lace
Perform at the apocalypse, backstage
Jesus on the cello and the devil playing slap bass
Yeah, demon on the tambourine
Arms like tentacles sculpted out of plasticine
And I'm still doing dirt
So you must be fucking tripping if you think my grubby hands are clean
Another week another relapse
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout me
So save me your bullet point feedback
I clocked out of the juggle now G
Yeah, you might be crippling our organs
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
Still bulletproof villains, living lawless
Yeah, we still shut it down cuz
I seen what these needles do
That's why I never touched 'em, never needed to
Let alone lend you man a tenner on a 2am stairwell
Buried him forever
Yeah, I hope you found peace finally
I hope you're off the brown, I understand why you lied to me
But last month I barely moved three meat
And sat at yard belling beat dealers, oh the irony, anyway
Fuck the sentimental shit
Still a stir crazy reckless Henny legging hedonist
Still the gold medallist
I keep 56 weighing down my neck cause it's decorative
I'll snip the ribbons in a heartbeat
And hand 'em all straight to these
Curvy dirty stop outs that have a call
Yeah, me and her used to fuck a lot
Yeah, but now I got her number blocked
It's funny how your bredrins turn their back on you
Just cause there's some freezing cold
Shit you're trying to battle through
I thought you of all people understood
I'd back you if the Air Max 1 was on the other foot
In the dark nights the fireflies cower
Your ever jealous eyes cry an icy white shower
Sour, but shit's bless
I ain't shed a solitary tear since that bitch left
Another week another relapse
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout me
So save me your bullet point feedback
I clocked out of the juggle now G
Yeah, you might be crippling our organs
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
Still bulletproof villains, living lawless
Yeah, we still shut it down cuz
