[Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] Ayn Rand, shrug ya Atlas, like Rain Man Taught you the brains man now you off wit ya lame plan Offer to change plans but it cost you the same gram Lost in the fray? Damn we caught u wit stain hands Often you made glances, props cuz u take chances Fair-weather stances opportunist I’m rain dancin’ Populous made cancer, never a framed answer Off ya baby boy & his beats while I change pampers Transient smarter ambient anti artist, Who moves farther with the life you work hard to disregard when Ya lost momentum n lethargic nature Fails to stay calm in the dawn of my Nomenclature Word to Mrs Sevrin ya work ethics the worst brethren, under ya breath Blamin’ unknowns n curse heavens before ya own penance My soul’s the revenant, keep my decadence separate Double or triplet life my raps never lack in evidence Who’s mans is this? Who made plans for him To be somebody nope left society damned us with this average shit You coulda studied farming with a focus on pig charming And ya harmony still couldn’t go more ham than this Hittin’ ya grand slam big dances like Pete Sampras Dust is angelic I cruise darkness with leak lanterns On ya campuses I contrast like a Manson’s kiss Or was it a Mason but I aint Free to feed famines bitch Give ya all to this music? I’m bruising homeys on coffee breaks You don’t know me get off me fake, sorry now where’s my coffee cake They all softies when they coughin’ n too saucy to Stand to my often too bossy flow proves too damn costly [Hook: Korey Costa] Let's take these bitches to go I can't be in here all night Fuck I'm gon do with this dough? She told me she got the tight Let's see if she is a pro I said bae let's hit the road [Verse 2: Korey Costa] If she got a gorgeous body, my face is a porta-potty Bumpin' Portishead with inclinations for porn-ish hobbies Fuck it, don't buy this album, torrent a copy I'll still be stackin' paper, my wallet like origami Good morning mami I'll have some pancakes with the Aunt Jemime's While ya tantalized by parody accounts that rant online Too many pander for camera time; Me? My hood is ample, but your falsehoods are amplified Rehashing with your kinfolk, asking how you been, bro Say you doin' fine, but you actually don't think so I dish it out, splashing in the sink soap Clashing with Nabisco, because I am the cracker with the crisp, yo History is reoccurring, are we referring To the seasons blurring, ya homies dyin, and trees emerging? Seated persons applauding due to receding curtains In layman's terms, we poppin' off like a bleeding virgin I'm a work in progress beta Surfing on the data Excursions beyond the fathers who made us I'm Ramadan with a plateful, Haggadah at the table Use them shits as a napkin the whole persona's disgraceful Go to the congregation, show their god that I'm faithful But if they egg me on, I'll hold em hostage 'till April Hold your Ramen and broth, we got a remedy basil We mixed with a couple spices and complimentary facials [Hook] [Outro] Take them to go

[Hook: Nom-Mineral] Everybody’s somebody x 8 [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] Everybody’s somebody nobody want anybody I’m a keep it dumb dummy down cuz ur runnin’ from me Comin’ from me stumbling stepdad humbling, bumbling fuck You stuck leavin’ us wondering Tough to bust stealth cops stuttering No one really muttering, only when they recovering Holy man hovering, over ya plan covering Sellin ya man n brother n spring, and then the summer Ca-ching! Maan some of you is none of you Bomb my homeland like my name was W Trouble with you is that ya life aint lovin’ you Huggin’ you druggin’ you buggin’ can even fuckin run witchu Something above to push a button to Fallin’ in love to teach a bug or two I’m callin’ ya bluff, cuz you sorry n stuff I’d wanna party but I’m already a part of ya buzz [Hook] [Verse 2: Korey Costa] Been used to anxiety attacks And having a real intervention with the cerebellum I don't really care to tell them Serotonin? Sayonara Cemetery in the garden Motherfucker Legendary, get a pardon Or get a part of this partially charming little varmint Put em inside the margins Sgt. Slaughter Never been the one to take an offer Never had an off day Eat the hostess Drake, no Aubrey On the desktop, Benoit with the Crossface or a Senton, flip it always Genoa in her crawlspace Ugly mind, huggable guy Cuz I got a doll face Make you all prey like a predator Make you all pray like a priest Say you whatever’s do better Soon every disciple is slain by the beast In a minor key A minor key element Helluva gentleman to spend his energy or any of it Extending where the chord’ll prolly wanna resolve Ears beggin’ like "It’s gotta be all" Glass shatters and the pottery falls systematic demotion cause a lot of recalls re-calls, I’m not talking bout the lottery calls Potluck got fucked, that's economy y’all [Hook]

[Hook: Korey Costa + Nom-Mineral] We've been thinkin' and we've been watchin' Cuz the things you sayin' and the shit you droppin' No, you gotta let it go We've been patient now we're outta options If it feels okay, then go and get obnoxious Please, dot your I's and cross your T's Your heart's worked hard today and it deserves a break Tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay, anyway, like there is everyday So let your Demons take you away [Bridge: Nom-Mineral] Dope I soak spitters / thinkin’ they got it figured out Nope no filler / blink and ya gotta bigger route Hope grows stiller / ya stink n ya rotten in and out Cope I’m hoax killer / I wink and ya copin’ piggin’ out [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] Hop on my obelisk Nom calms opposites / opera hour meets power hour, mom’s n pop’ll kiss / Clever made never a song about gettin’ paid / hella raised since 7th grade but now a better grade / Mineral’s rocked since Rox boxed wit Shante / targeted, dot on da dome, like you in Bombay / Nom say ya sweaty palms aint calm enough all day in the sun / one trick ponies run since paulé’s / Metaphored smug multi-universe juggler / got more flow with my cake than Miss Buttersworth / In other words, transform “brass” to my cheer squad n trumpeters / wit work simpler than porn on Tumblr / Lumbering, master of all, jack to none / rap for fun or rap until black suits and pastors come / Laugh past acts think they the faster ones / in life or with this rap you a disaster son / Ya gave up a better a life to be a rapper / or was it more child support for ya bastard / Guess ya did anything, but anything aint everything / many think ya petty for sellin’ heavy to burying / Bodies judge me conclude horseshit coordinates / self hate n guilt but tell myself “don’t force it” / Unfortunate those who do no work but clock out / Nom’s out one love, get out ya moms house [Hook] [Verse 2: Korey Costa] Browsing Craigslist for a shock collar Never left-click, press quick my little "dot com"-ers Stock market product props scholars up like a popped collar Eager bottom feeder for the top dollar Got, got, got a disorder I foxtrot with my former self Hotboxed pot like a hoarder Hopscotch over lava, feel this spot getting warmer Other half about to rot in a corner, "Knock knock, let us in" Interrupting dinner on the intercom Bitter cognitive step stools to sit upon Hit it Nom, give em a little bit of the cinema intimacy they live to doubt And thinkin' they got it figured out Nope Been about the difference of distance in and out Soaked in this indecision, livin' a lie but is it now? Don't be fooled, home sweet asylum Xenophobe of eyelids and what hides behind em Na yo, anywho, hey you little parasite Kerosene cocktail kids, give me a terabyte Of space to breathe, I'll step into the air of night High horse galloping, ironic how I'm scared of heights Ceremony for the serotonin dosage Reuptake, G's up, wait, my feet up These presidential Adidas, pick it up where we leave us New shit baby, fetus feces to feed ya [Outro: Korey Costa & Nom-Mineral] Let your Demons take you the fuck away.

[Hook: Nom-Mineral] Different wavelength Different demonstration of the same strength Different demographic appeal, we says "thanks" It's different from the average joe who did they raps on the avenue [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] I write raps, n when others try I just sigh I see ‘em tryin’ a lie, but the vibe just lets me down Cuz I thought it would be dope but I vomit No risin’ star you’re a doomed comet Since I was embryonic, stars foretold bionic Turning it off and on it’s honest with or sans Ebonics Sonics, wettin’ you comics spittin’ like a lot a llamas Like photo bombin’ with an ominous presence upon it It’s an impossibility do my flow a solid Slicin’ ya wrist on a semicolon tatoo’d in homage To your apologist college shit on ya dream or promise Abused your pompousness, not? Pride Marsellus Wallace You lie in diet wallets, cuz dire minds are lawless Droppin the ball n all this stallin’ keeps ya life the smallest Raging Bull in a china shop for the interviews I’m the rapids you ride my waves on inner tubes [Hook 2: Korey Costa] Different wavelength A different demonstration of the same strength A different demographic appeal, we says "thanks" It's different from the average joe who did they raps on the avenue [Verse 2: Korey Costa] Hey, the population insist on lowering my IQ Not an ounce of interest, I'd bottom out to like you The hype'll bruise skin like the ego falsifies hope Fuck what you preserved, I'mma eat it off the rye toast One eye closed, other making valid judgment But I empathize with your occupation as a puppet, I'll Change my name to an apostrophe for the proper conveyance That any prop in my way becomes my property Line-crosser, I'mma need more margins Garage hole loopholes and screen door pardons Foxhole exhumes souls, sucked from the tar You rough draft, puff-pass crutch stuffed in your armpit With a torn pectoral, stretched moral code In the form of orchestral chords and extorted bones You a mudda fuckin' poser like some exported clones yung forest, jump for it, you the next for the throne Hol up [Outro] It's different from the average joe who did they raps on the avenue

[Hook: Nom-Mineral] Who reps constant pompous breathin’ common air Can’t lose shot right out the cannon I’m aware Lost that constant conscious feelin’ now I care I can’t lose shot right out the cannon I’m aware [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] 1986 stringed instrument tricks, rocked with da cheapest kicks / hopped in the lynx kicked it to Slick Rick with a bitch at least as sick / All purpose disdain for social pain n shirtless da raw emotion / the freedom caused poison’s explosion holdin’ my balls n posin’ / Mother like Teresa God save her never would chase us / hippies in General Lee’s faceless when they made us out in the chases / Prayers couldn’t take us out, flagrantly vagrant on roads / hated those that made it they was amazed wit da pompous prose / Recommended auto-violence, auto-reliance / defiant compliance to giants flyin’ wit 21 palm pilots / Its not an aimless one if da journey is painless son / or get ya ghost busted twice by Ernie Hudson n Harold Ramis / My mindscape's a landscape in space jargon and still a bargain / but now a black hole approaches I’m tastin’ the Darwin / Harmin’ the harmony, the room you in, familiar carpentry / empty your cache, not runnin’ smoother? then use your depository / Homilies, keep ya sermons honest u mocked anomaly / your only common denominator’s pot with lots of apologies [Hook] [Verse 2: Korey Costa] I wouldn't recommend myself on a resume Senpai, don't let it end this way Cuz yesterday, we swept away, the mess we made The Hefty bag should've held the weight I'm screaming, "Help me back" I just wanna be healthy will a wellbeing right now might as well be glad That I'm still breathing, 3 o'clock should be sleeping Having these Elm Street naps My momma notices my trauma, momma yells, "Relax" I'm on a Geronimo journey, hope is 12 feel back I'm tryna dodge the pain and drama, who the hell needs that? What's the probability I'll sell these raps? I ain't concerned with them percentages Personal preference is to determine my permanent purpose and then react But now I am aware of what surrounds me Internal and viceversa I take care of what's around me Stereotype my disorder I swear it's how they found me In the corner of a dark room with a glare around the boundaries What I mean is my whole existence is a solar eclipse's Outer thickness dying to be witnessed Shining through the distance, trying to be different My tiny puny mission can be reduced into The balancing act I have with youth & wisdom [Hook]

[Intro: Bill Blast] Know when to brandish [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] The dust never settles when the spurs stopped spinnin’ It was a hog-killin’ time for the wise who stopped grinnin’ Never seen before sunset, ‘bout 7 o’clock shadows Spit habit like camels straw chewin’ amongst the arrows N bullets never phased the look on his face heavy laden with The sweat and the pain from ages of tribulation n Da honest to God wrangler, was not a handler of animals Rescuin’ damsels without the sex as collateral He left the town of Deadwood broke bread with the wolf of red hoods Shot whoever’s first "maaaan the chicken or the egg’s good" Knockin’ em out day stirrups haphazardly taggin’ braggart bullies n blowhards n go-hards throwin’ low cards Never coddled, but known to warm 100 bottles of ale A truce or a smoking nozzle the latter model prevailed Followed by flocks of crows, vultures Sendin’ lonestars to bone orchards, leavin’ ownerless horses. [Hook: Bill Blast, Nom-Mineral & Korey Costa] Can't trust a soul in this place we call home Them back roads is a place you shouldn’t go We drink heavy when the days pass slow In a saloon we salute to a stained flagpole Can't feed a man when the hunger don’t die Can’t see it comin’ when it comes from both sides Betta hope you don’t owe any bandits Keep it dry but they know when to brandish [Verse 2: Korey Costa] Once bitten, twice shy Third time she bit me back She was a lil frisky cat Whiskers dipped in whiskey Asked the missy, "where the pistols at?" She replied her hips in fact Dreamy eyes and lips that crack The hearts of all aristocrats I asked the time of day and she resigned to say She had nun, like the Sister Act "Son, pull that zipper back up" I told her I'm the baddest whippersnapper in this little tavern 20 minutes after? Practically religious practice I'm talking worship that the Bible missed a chapter on Had the jawn wetter than the dang rivers of Babylon Hang with us, we travel on, gangs hit us with warnings But we bang quick where the cattle sprawled And bat em off to battle spawns She is my jack of all trades when I'm jackin' off Brains got me harder than imagining a cactus soft Until some suit-and-tie dude arrived who had it all Scooped her on the saddle and scadaddled, y'all But after all.. [Hook]

[Intro: Korey Costa] I'm on my way back I got caught up in myself [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] “You on ya way home” / My mom would say so But like modern day Rome it’s holiday Holmes Can’t shape me like pottery / argue or moderate Tell me I’m not missin’ part of me pardon me bro Written in stars / earth sign says go Stand in place long enough roots I will grow Capricorn on the cob, sour weed? yo After storms on the job narrowing zones To harrowing stress of a malady? cold Intangible salary calories low I had to be home, infallibly so The family circle my patently glow Eat at my table for charity? sho’ Readin’ my kids books of agony? no Light up a stogie on the balcony yo-0 Cuz that ballad we wrote fucks me alchemy up- Or’s it chemistry baby effect is molecular Clemency? Maybe respect temper’s temperatures Columbus for some of us, rest of us Festivus After some company Exodus blessed us Refrigerator raiders in birthday suits Defibrillator favors the earth day shoes Alliterator haters get murked they lose Let the mercury ooze, work week blues Choose, Till I’m like “losin my faculties” old / Sorry their youngin’ I’m married n bold / I’m carryin gold for flyin’ the coup in a business suit / Sick of you doubtin’ that I wanna live witchu / Course I wan’ live witchu I want some kids witchu / Was raised traditional biblical won’t leave institution cradled retire n die when I’m finally home [Hook: Korey Costa] Everywhere you go now, there's a cold shoulder And I know I'm off this road once I come back home Hope I make it home Feel alone? I'll make it home Feel alone? I'll make it home Feel alone Hope I make it home [Verse 2: Korey Costa] This is when Korey hits the feels This is when Dorothy clicks her heels Just a little bit of corny, mixed with real stories Which appeal for me missing That's real My goodness gracious PlayStation marathons with Crash Bandicoot and Cortex When the fam called me Coors Light or Corvette Mid-middle class poor White dork head Used to keep on four lights before bed But now dark times storm like I forget How to relax, how cruel is that? I'll outdo my past self, for sure, bet Sometimes I compromise morals Or reminisce in traumatized portal But I would rather be gone than die normal Full of self-growth, I botanize floral My C-O-S-T-A's have been my safe haven Regardless of the place I'm in Based in Jersey somewhere near Budd Lake And since then My blessings in life have been incred- -ible, I scribble my ink pen I swivel and dribble then sink ten Man I do it from half court I got nothing to act for And meanwhile you child you act for There might a god I should ask more But I need to see more of this world Don't even own a passport But I'm doing alright on this crash course I fill up the tank, let the gas pour But when I'm homesick I hope I can slide in a trapdoor [Hook]

[Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] Fuck it I quit my job, give my family up to a different host / crash my car, n live savagely while I drink wit most / Betray my closest friends I’m sayin’ I’ll hustle trunk spaces / then you would say I’m real in this talkin’ the most junk races? / Love wasted cuz chasin’ I’m preachin’ witta disgust face / and bleedin’ from the heart when ya future sux n u just waitin’ / Thugs wish they wasn’t n husbands fail to communicate / I guess it’s a plus when we all in cuffs n fail to pull the weight The rules you make, you’re baked n your fantasy’s real / still it makes sense and it's fly, why not have your family killed / Wait let me get this straight, so I can’t relate cuz I ain't you? / ain't in them shoes? man don’t that really mean no one else can relate, too? / Don’t it seem that you’re desperate for a need / to demon the way you bleed as unique n really it ain't you / What about those that rose outta that fuckin’ “real” life? / you’d snatch the rose out their mouth replace it with a knife? / That they don’t even need anymore, u don’t even read anymore / you're stuck in chapter one of ya life thinkin’ you're air tight? / You chose the way of the sloth, but ya dreams ain't small, right? / I know you see my as soft, but you a fuckin’ boss, right? / Maybe I’ll turn back da clock, family roots were the rot / a crutch for drinkin’ n sniffin’ don’t make you scared, right? / You shoulda sat it out son, you done been ratted out / to be a fraud to yourself, 'cuz yeah you're cashin’ out / From a potentially better life, ain't just talkin’ bout chedda / you pushin’ product n don’t even know you branded out? / 12 years a stave each missed play a man is out / you struggle fillin’ ya plate, yet you figured out? / You got some growin’ to do, don’t we all yeah it’s true / obvious clues of an open mind, so air it out / Gangsterism’s a plagued system, that counters wisdom / You couldn’t smile hung upside down with a frowning victim / Reflections of missing mirrors hold in high regard / cold blooded killers are useless filler to a higher God [Hook: Nom-Mineral and Korey Costa] If it’s real, if it’s real tell me Cuz I’m real, cuz I’m real feel me Trains not movin’ claims unproven We’re not doin’ what you do Aggravated over validation but you haven’t made it so congratulations Momma Can't Save You Now, no no no no [Verse 2: Korey Costa] I am not the noblest by any means But I am not the card folder, woe holder from 17 You man cowards You associate with handout-ers? Your life is super, think you in the soup and clam chowder? Circumstantial Anderson Cooper You could sit and do this for like a damn hour Or you could stand prouder It didn't pan out your way, so you flip the script instead of new leafs What a routine, then wonder why ya man's a doubter? Don't get me wrong, I've had self-destructive scapegoats With stained clothes and scars to prove it But I steered my hardship through it Far from the truest version of me dog but are you lucid? Are you acknowledging situations to start improving? Or is the pain a substantial excuse? Tangible juice to quench your rancid views Expressed in the rants you use To accuse the whole world of planning what it has handed you Life is NOT a movie, stop pandering to your camera crew But lemme guess, boy privilege is too white bread? I don't mean no disrespect but I don't have the picket fence My parents grind for distant checks, instances of crippling debt Slipping threads, still never seen either of them pick the bed The risk of death is inevitable for each of us You wanna have the cake and eat the crust? I'm preaching to a choir that is tonedeaf Arguing with grown men Everyone got problems But it's nothing till you own them [Hook]

[Intro: Nom-Mineral] Exile [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] I'm Lenny I listen to classical music n rap When I do throw a party Lollapalooza n clap Hello again Villain world says you’re a boozer Willin’ to pay hoes when love is confusing Mind diluted I blame truthers Soil n soul richer than delta blue’s losers Predict futures in waves like car poolers Who stake claims cuz piss’ll dry sooner Than blood n water, word to unborn daughters Sooner be a martyr than fall to a par charter Yeah yeah the tired old rap and his pie hole But still cant love no pops though like Kylo Tuckin’ in laymen multiple generations- Laughin’ at dream chasers like you difference makin’? Was it 98 n again in 2008 n States of da statements “patience I’m gonna make it” No appreciation nothing sacred beats n breaks n Barely make 28 stark naked Figure the formula big break to famous But never make it like glow-in-the-dark rapists What kinda man’ll choke those in power The kinda man that won’t go empower Him or herself n goes home to shower Cant wash the stupid off face is cold sour You aint a coward I get it you stand prouder Powder up baby the mirrored hell’s louder Wowzers, faith is born in a sworn doubter Torn between life and death in the mourned hours You should see what u look like from da outside Rat race for the pop pride angry mob ties Sound mind for long climbs reachin’ the summit to swan dive Die hard fall fast like when Hans dies Slave to the quantized, your bane to a moth’s eye Same when you all cry, the paint on the wall dries Aint for the pawn sized jawns this for the tall prize Beef aint ever worth it with small fries [Hook: Korey Costa & Nom-Mineral] Leave before they find you watchin' Take the backroads if you can Breathe in more days, find new options Things don't always go as planned Yo, whose man's is this? (Who brought this fool?) Who he ridin' with? (Yo, what he offer you?) You got a lotta nerve lettin' ya jaw ride Gettin' ya hogtied Sendin' a message to ya peasants direct to the exit [Verse 2: Korey Costa] OK, These days I meet lots of rappers They want collabs, I just want a check That sound shallow or influenced? Well, this me at my most honest yet I hit stage, I spit flames, I take daps, maybe pictures too But these headliners all old timers, got no time, I got shit to do But lemme lemme explain those last few bars 'Fore I act too hard Lemme stay ready Sleep with one eye open, hey Feddy Used to sleep around now I stay steady Got one girl, and that's long distance This local action something wrong with it If these little fucks are tryna call me out Somebody better tell them they got the wrong digits Y'all listen to Thugga Thugga Run up What up? Catch a motherfuckin' body and bounce Cool, lemme rob me the sound I do this better, should be obvious now Should be I should be less cocky and loud My head is crazy like the sloppiest mouth Think sesame like a monster I need everything, don't go taking my poppy seeds out I mean You thinking of bagels? Maybe Distracted as I make your bae go crazy Ain't no radio sane enough to play me Ain't no grave brave enough to lay me down to sleep, How is he I mean how is he still alive? He's been killin' the game, you just killin' time [Hook] [Outro] You've been to Portland Get off to Florida What's up New Orleans?

[Verse 1: Korey Costa] Summary of my day? Stumbling down a staircase Privileged stubborn suburb boy Running around with spare charge Playtime is finished, fuckin around's over I'm disassociating with stuck-on-the-couch stoners I give the world my heart, adjust to this proud donor Justice for making fun of him now that you suckin' up to him Underground like a gopher, duckin; out at the function Runnin' out of excuses and dudes that I really fuck wit Moms is a left extremist, pops a defensive genius And me I got the luxury of being reluctantly stuck between it I mean.. Nothing, nevermind, anyway, back to ya regular schedule get you a Red Bull The regimen is not recommendable, but let it commence Borderline personality, course ya hide on the fence Porcupine in the trench, the thorn in ya side again Reinforce the size of the bench, the warmer side has been quenched So, since ya mentioned rigged tension Kid I guess ya did ya best to rid ya 'rents of stress and bridge the trench of intervention Right? So my reply is cancelled I'mma chill with the preaching, let me lead by example [Verse 2: Nom-Mineral] Fandom’s antonym, sheltered expansion Flow rates like mass transit enhanced by this danced tandem Hands banded slammin’ fan panhandlers Bandwagon ham it up meet the rap’s Kam Chancellor Dance to the tropics, befriend bird Snuffleupagus Sandy metropolis rocks hot when I hit the pocket You said you rocked it, nah that’s an odd compliment You went the pop option sold to a lost continent General populace forever substandard Never follow me unsubscribe those from my bum manners Wear transparent lantern as a lanyard at the expo I’m on trials like expos, 90s retro Peace to the pitch perfect and relatives that’re worth it And any wordsmith that’s worth the dirt that they inverted Subterranean solos / coins in guitar cases Sicker than loins in misdiagnosed SARS cases There aint no last go at it, aint no Turnin’ things around like Han Solo thought of his bastard It aint love of a dream if it’s below average It is drugs and obscene if it closes caskets Yeah it’s sadness, but the truth can be lavish Instead of brash habits fuels wars on the fast classes Nobody’s money for wantin’ to study hard Aint nobody smart with the dummy jobs aint that funny God Gifts that are split into half witted commitments Bringin’ solid to liquid form imagination to figments The Lord taketh, the Lord giveth, Suicide prescriptions for dim witteds with a free trial of Give-a-Shit

[Intro: Nom-Mineral] Where ya goin huh? With all that fuck flow What is this an assembly? I don’t discriminate gender or sexes. Dafuq kinda public speaking is this? Life insurance meetings? Puffy chested victims [Hook: Nom-Mineral and (Korey Costa)] You need help! (Well you can help yourself, bitch) You need help! (Well you can help yourself bitch Oh you need help! (Well you can help yourself, bitch) You need help! Oh! You losin’ battles bitch? On the ground I can’t help myself I know the only way [Verse 1: Korey Costa] She said, "I hope you get the help you need" Find out how the hell you breathe After you found yourself through me L U C K Y If she say hi Most times, she stray high and dry Rely on replayed time Sweet day was the first one when we laid eyes Just the thought that gets me off Until the stress resolves Ya catch me yawning Even if I’m neck deep, sprawled In sexy broads My cataplexy’s caustic We neck and neck, we ostrich That cream like Red and Meth And Inspectah Deck When i resurrect the option We all the way up, I'll step the octave We all the way up, you best be conscious Only kinda wanna dye, like an ombre bleach job What if i never make it like Andre’s Detox? Positive thinker point out the Compton restock Cops say freeze, but will Congress freeze cops? God let it please stop, kneel to the topics Devil is a lie But it always feel real when I vomit [Hook] You can help yourself, bitch On the ground I can't help myself I know the only way [Verse 2: Nom-Mineral) Never did I think I would get committed Clever how I thought I could step n quit it But I didn’t, went n bought a ring n Attention bringin’ life’s not a business Kiss, kiss, bye, fly at a 9 to 5 Told me to never lie, even if I’mma slide Asked you to bash the demon I had inside Why? You need a reason why Never in season believe he will die See it through my eyes n see it’s the key to my Heartbeart, start remarks bar my car keys Marquis play of the game, who’s the smart fiend Stay home with the jones n bones Say Holmes where the blow n bones? Say no when the phone is blown Hold, my own cardio’s more than prone Not alone but a lonely road Not alone but a lonely road ‘nother episode we cold we own ‘nother episode we cold we own Moral code change / story’s low Moral code change / story’s low High’s up to us / grow old hero High’s up to us / grow old hero [Hook]

[Hook: Korey Costa and Nom-Mineral] I'll stay aware of all your schemes And I'll stay awake through all your dreamin' Don't turn away from me Cuz I ain't done with you Done with you x 4 [Verse 1: Nom-Mineral] Everybody want heaven but nobody want dead, huh? Catch a body never say sorry no daily bread, wuh? How much longer we livin’ somber i get to guess But the collar is grippin’ stronger closer to death But you cant bring two guests you go dolo roll with two less Roll with toros who see red matadoro losin’ his head Cuz you photo n tangle switch which angle is best Wave, save the album then baby 'cuz you aint savin’ the nest Streets know best? the Real G put air in ya chest Little ones follow model Idol's that cant host Lyin Seacrest Friends fresh n the sesh they rest in pieces with sequins Stay in tune f.o.m.o. catchin’ dem waves till the sea quits No pretense just breathin’ heathen thoughts on the weekend Heedin’ those screens n speakers but screenin for eager preachers Steerin clear of the truth seekin’ geek n eekin’ with bleeders Audobahn's auto-runnin’ ya clock without the meters [Hook] [Verse 2: Korey Costa] I'm a dozen short breaths of an honest attempt I get a lot of respect for being an honorable mention But I don't want the attention of being moderate best Chances are, my own head is my most prominent threat Uh, bettin' large on this lil deck of cards of decadence won't getcha far Na son, I ain't talkin Escobar No congratulations for moi, more like a best regards In all future endeavors I never pulled the desperate card But Audobahn was all for Nom, without it I'd be lost and gone Luckily I got a mans to say what up and call upon, "Yo" The fourth wall shatters into fragments That'll scatter through the atmosphere and go completely batshit I wrote this in the parking lot of the bagel shop Thinkin' bout the nights with the mystery of the fabled fox Once upon a time's followed by the three fatal dots I get it now, it's all fun and games until the dreidel drops [Bridge: Nom-Mineral] Don't turn away from me 'cuz, I ain't done with you Don't turn and say to me that I never trusted you Don't turn away, burn away the memories I'm done clutchin to I ain't concerned to learn again, more games for somethin' new The roads open but the lane's narrow False promises straightened arrow These hazards wear me to my marrow You're not my kingdom and I'm not your pharoah Even when you look away I'll be up, warm you up until you cook away Maybe I'll see you around but when I come to town again with a friend, she'll say... [Hook]