You've read the books, you've watched the shows What's the best way, no one knows, yeah Meditate, yeah, hypnotized Anything to take it from your mind But it won't go You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation You hit the drink, you take a toke Watch the past go up in smoke You fake a smile, you lie and say You're better now than ever and your life's ok Well it's not, no You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too Anyone who will throw an arm around you Tarot cards, gems and stones Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul Well it's not, no You're only doing things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's how you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You're going through six degrees of separation No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You're going through six degrees of separation No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself (you're going through six degrees of seperation)

We're laughing at you, talking 'bout you Though we askin' out when We know you be hustling backwards Electroslide and rewind My pockets looking like rerun I've begun to dethrone You sippin' on that seagrams Talkin' bout you gonna kill something Nigga must think they real or somethin' Go ahead and pop a pill or somethin' You ain't fucking with me might as well OD So after all that one take ten times three Danny Brown bitch and that boy Rustie Got the game on lock like we changed the key You can't get it, throw one up Treat that mouth like police raid a house Bust all up in it, nuts all in it Brand new tenant, moved all up in it Cash no lease, this ain't rented Came back all it's OG scented Who the fuck you think y'all is, I'm a grown ass man Playing out with no kids Back in 2003 used to post up and roll up bags of pounds of the mid Used to trap ot with the D, on the greyhound Buss one pair of jeans Touchdown in the city Like nigga where the fiends? When I do the same thing, I was just 16 Get money my nigga like I'm post to If I don't I might go postal Think a nigga don't I was gonna post you If you're play around a nigga, might smoke you Be aware what you say in the vocals Hood starving, everybody going loco Gotta put a pussy nigga in the chokehold No joke that's a code that's the code of survival Battle Royal everybody your rival In the ghetto everybody going psycho I'm a maniac, brainiac when I'm aiming at Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that You can't block that, it's just brain out hat Stop that, you ain't 'bout that Send my lil' niggas where ya house at Couple stacks and a couple packs, put your daughter's fingers in a mouse trap Off that cause we on one Can't come back like you stole somethin' Nigga might as well, let me hold somethin' Before I take that and your ho for frontin' Pull up like smoke somethin' Zip of OG, might roast somethin' Pop a bottle, might toast somethin' Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin' Whipping out that Black and Decker Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper Chess shit and you playing checkers Hit ya chest, now for help ya desperate Mac attack on that ho shit, might walk around, get your throat split If you don't know shit, better know this Fuck around, hocus-pocus You in focus, I'm a locust, see them big pictures and stay focused Your hoe luck atrocious, my bitches look ferocious Breakin' shit psychosis, you niggas talkin' about practice Roll around with that acid, if you don't know start askin' Middle man be taxin', made a couple hundred, kept stackin' Know it sound like I'm braggin' but a nigga do get them racks in I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick!

I was thinkin' 'bout somethin' But I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Remember when I was strugglin' Fucked up on my knuckles Tryin' to sell some dirt weed Taxin' off a ten speed Money wasn't comin' For sure nigga I kept frontin' I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way And I kept lickin' on that clit Till she gave me that shit I've been fucked up for so long Swear to God I gotta get it I put my back into it Servin' bags to them students Tell 'em I got that fire On that porch right there by the Buick I'm just tryin' to get my mind Go worry nigga 'bout yours Rollin' up that swisher Pourin' up a four Servin' in them hallways The courtrooms all day Hoods kicked the door down Now we in the Coney I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way It's the same old shit Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up It's killin' me Niggas wanna get rid of me Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim Fill the room with humidity Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' it out Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town???? Listen up Danny Brown I been doing this ting Skipped in, then I come and lyrical assist 'em WOO I had my dubs on the step I never stopped cause I sit in the booth I'm spittin' the truth,??? realer than Scrooge You ain't so why you act, dummy You think you bad, well that's funny I'm try'na get Maybach money I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP, rookie I had them dubs on the step

Maybe I'd be sicker if I had a higher bidder And a wad of cash thicker than the fucking big dipper Like to get big quicker, swig sipper I'm illiterately littering The track, brain dead spitter Told a joke cause my life's one too Anybody know where I might buy glue? Kinda bummed all my fun shit broke My heart, my spirit, my art, my toes Had enough to drink but I want a tiny shot Of a little bit liquor to be washing out my thoughts Yeah I'm hanging with the haves but I'm half have not On an air mattress in a Flagstaff rat box That's code for a motel 6 see I know some tricks and a potent mix is a Loaded clip full of twisted love and a dose of loneliness It's a bogus land, I got no demands just a croque madam in my open hand Evil men gonna bleed me out gonna cut me down gonna vote for them Fuck a lemon yeah I'm sucking on a glowstick Only trust a smile about as far as I can throw itt Don't don't don't let me cry I'm not a sinner Don't make me testify I can't remember anything Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back Somebody help me while I'm looking in a mirror Splashing water in my face cuz I drank too much liquor And I'm still not done, put a smoke in my lungs Paint dot on my nose, put a dot to my tongue Can't go on until I get off Everything hurts and you get a lil' soft Can't feel my face and I really don't care We about to party in here Broad had liqs, drank too much rum Too much fun but I'm all on an up(?) But I never ever listen, always stressin' Making out with a slut, taking out aggression This is(?) where the drugs at, time to get witit Can't take life with an itty bitty bitchlette Cuz I'm on molly, (?) (?), keys do, steal that (?) Ain't no bitches, probably gon' get it Ain't no (?), tell me that she witit Me and K.Flay gonna party any way So please Hail Mary, save us from grace Ain't no bitches, tell me that she witit Ain't no way, bout to gon' get it Me and K.Flay gonna party any way So please Hail Mary, save us from grace Don't don't don't let me cry I'm not a sinner Don't make me testify I can't remember anything Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back What they sell is a pocket full on sunshine, sunshine Face gone numb won't you sock it to me one time What they got is a secret in a coke can, coke can Feed you dinner just to watch as you're choking, choking Don't don't don't let me cry I'm not a sinner Don't make me testify I can't remember anything Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back Hail Mary tell her that I wanna go back

Cigarettes make me nervous And I turn water into wine And I called you on purpose 'Cause I know you got the time Cigarettes make me nervous And I turn water into wine And I called you on purpose 'Cause I know you got the time My novel on the go Ooh, my second home Blue confetti girl The way you look at me Sympathy You got me in my nerves Where'd my liquor go? Girl Swing me off my feet I'll admit defeat Put your medal on I'll make us some tea Put your records on In and out of sleep I'll see you tomorrow I'll make us some tea Put your records on In and out of sleep Cigarettes make me nervous And I turn water into wine And I called you on purpose 'Cause I know you got the time Cigarettes make me nervous And I turn water into wine And I called you on purpose 'Cause I know you got the time