Another week I missed the turn off, holiday
When nothing seems to make you better
At least I'll take my shirt off
New shoes and punching bag to the face
It's new years and there's not much more I can take
I got my game on

Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
A full clip but I missed it
Lean on my cane

Maybe I should take it slow
Heaven spent let it roll
Maybe I will never know
Watch them dance sliding on

Read it off the back
Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams
Waiting in the car
All alone off your phone in the backstreet
We took a bump that was given
On the road easy living
And it stoned me
Got your pictures out the frame
But the memory remains
Yeah, you stoned me

It strikes anywhere
Available, go figure, mother funk
In a living nightmare
Imma sit tight
With my head unclear
So break my fall into virtue
Showers of money dribbling out the walls
I think I'm coming up mil house
Breaking through the battered bricks
Laughing at the characters

Oh, with demonic flows, demonic flows
The flowers grow
Break the chronicle
I lapse, they climb
I fall I drop deuterium wasted
The "say so"
They "say so"
I say no

Maybe I should take it slow
Heaven spent let it roll
Maybe I will never know
Watch them dance sliding on

I've had it
Being an addict
Matter of fact I'm even badder than I was before
But it make you feel awesome
Boredom inside me no more
There is no such thing as perfect security
Only varying levels of insecurity
Guns drown
I'm flipping it
I put it to your face
I can taste you're gone

Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
Rip it like a chainsaw
Upper echelon
A full clip but I missed it
Lean on my cane

Read it off the back
Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams
Waiting in the car
All alone off your phone in the backstreet
We took a bump that was given
On the road easy living
And it stoned me
Got your pictures out the frame
But the memory remains
Yeah, you stoned me

Read it off the back
Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams
Waiting in the car
All alone off your phone in the backstreet
We took a bump that was given
On the road easy living
And it stoned me
Got your pictures out the frame
But the memory remains
Yeah, you stoned me

I'm either way
Educating to the streets the facts of life
Yeah, what ya gon' do now?
It's way too emotional
I'm either way
Educating to the streets the facts of life
Yeah, what ya gon' do now?
It's way too emotional

(Another week I missed the turn off, holiday
When nothing seems to make you better
At least I'll take my shirt off)