[Produced by GoldSoul]

[Verse 1]
Everything's dope, 'long as somebody has something to profit
Even if the prophets me, body's strung to a coffin
Get a rash from the glaring, the glass I’m preparing
Is smashed like a death in a bathtub in Paris
Way too hard to be original, retarded from the visuals
They copy like its carbon, only part it is the minimal
Wear black to resemble outer space and the galaxy
I’m empty like it is without the ships or batteries
My music brings me stress, beautifully depressed
Abusing every cheque on these groupies getting bent
Starting with this tape, they gon' start placing me with giants
I’m 80 feet and rising, they just saving me for science
I hear my own music and there's oddly depth
Humans are the gods, that’s the cause we rep
Got a good momentum, while they pause each step
It’s funny, the girl I spoke about in Godspeed left

[Hook]
Throw me in a Paris Bathtub with a toaster
With a toaster

[Verse 2]
Only ever have a moment of isolation
Never been a Christian, got a constant fight with Satan
Love a bitch with low self esteem and daddy issues
When Myniakal dies away holmes, we'll badly miss you
I'm in a constant motherfucking struggle with my brain
Losing all my drive in a tunnel switching lanes
There really aren't that many people that I would hope die
I’m just looking for the girl with kaleidoscope eyes

[Hook]