We all get self conscious, dishonest, and phony about our birthdays We're only hoping no one knows about our earned age "But Nurse, wait!!" See I'm certain it's a sure fate It's hopeless, out of time, we only get the first take My morality's at odds with my mortality I'm caught between a rock and a hard place on a balance beam If I fall off, fatality, I'm gone, an awful fallacy Cowards teach us how to sleep in valor...now at ease Never lose the youthful and fluid creative juices Stay intuitive and true to your mood each day when you do it Gotta dream it lucid or lose it, loosen up, losers So do whatever you want to do, it's stupid to prove shit We're staying young at heart, dated punk? We know the part And play the like we're made of fucking mayhem and a soda, carbonated Make it pop! ...Cuz coping's hard This ain't a youngin's soul to bargain, ain't a fucking old fart I do it all like an old man, raw like an old man Awkward and off-putting, off with the old man But I don't wanna be a lost and unknown man God dammit I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man Do I wanna leave it all? I don't know man But God dammit I don't wanna be an old man Old heads hating the youth, we ain't with the trends In a sense, playing the victims saying we're innocent Settled, we think of every sentimental synonym We said to friends, never regret but never ahead of them Hours pass down fast in the hourglass Ours last in the past, but are now amassed memories Forgetting effigies is how we'll last But we vowed a pact to go out attached With this immaturity, vision obscured and we're bat-shit, bonkers A picture imperfect, a fiction of geriatric toddlers Dawdlers, taking our time, becoming imposters Life'll leave us behind, passionate monsters I do it all like an old man, raw like an old man Awkward and off-putting, off with the old man But I don't wanna be a lost and unknown man God dammit I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man Do I wanna leave it all? I don't know man But God dammit I don't wanna be an old man They say age is but a number though I guess we're ripe but we're raw folks One day we'll wake up from our slumber's hold Like every night's nothing, y'all know So light the candles on our cakes, flare And we don't care how many make it there Cuz what's a birthday when you waste years We're gonna make em hate it when we ain't here I do it all like an old man, raw like an old man Awkward and off-putting, off with the old man But I don't wanna be a lost and unknown man God dammit I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man I don't wanna be an old man Do I wanna leave it all? I don't know man But God dammit I don't wanna be an old man Shut up, I’m too old for this shit

Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Why don’t we know when our egos getting lethal Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Hold up Wait a second, how can everybody be another muthafucking legend I get it, the hyperbole is evident Evidence of anything connected is our credit then We need a sedative, settle down, let us sin God we gotta mellow out our hella loud embellishments Fellas sing to the sound for the hell of it We gotta bring it all down, but we dwell in it Our megalomaniacal bias Scent of a cannibal, we’ll can em all and eat em alive No we don’t care bout a diet Get on the bandwagon dammit, either be us or die Believing we been divine, needing to feed on the fire Keeping our beat up and beating up any people defying us It’s a pain in the sinus So we’ll let the muthafuckin migraines define us The fucking tunnel vision consumes our cunning intuition Intimate condition of true hurt You heard, but we never listen to fools’ words We’re on a mission for new dirt We’re a malignant tumor Soughing the drama up and begetting them rumors Whether it’s later or sooner Our head is gonna get in the way of seeing our true worth Detestable eloquence, delectable hellishness Yeah I give a shit, listen, I'm fidgeting, bitching, and itching for help with this We’re all living in helplessness, in our pitiful selfishness With our wicked intelligence, tell me how well we've been fixing our fellowship Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Why don’t we know when our egos getting lethal Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Stroke that You know that once you get it on there ain’t no going back A false sense of entitlement’ll hold you back Yo relax, hoping we could chill enough to notice that We’re not the fucking center of the universe No galactic evidence suggesting we’re the focus act, get over that We should focus on our Zodiac Knowing there ain’t no one who’s supposed to back our phony ass No everybody wanna fucking deal with you So appreciate the honest when they’re real with you Cuz you’re not a fucking god or goddess, really dude You make a mockery of modesty, a silly fool Yet we’re still fueled by hypocrisy and bending rules Peccable, concerned with our invented truth, skeptical Odd to call it popular, but many do, get it dude Holy heart of God were motherfucking petty, pitiful So don’t feed that ego, let shit starve No don’t feed that ego, with this fashioned farce Come on leave that ego, get that shit lost And the minute that you get an epiphany is the minute that you’re winning And get to beat an impassioned heart Detestable eloquence, delectable hellishness Yeah I give a shit, listen, I'm fidgeting, bitching, and itching for help with this We’re all living in helplessness, in our pitiful selfishness With our wicked intelligence, tell me how well we've been fixing our fellowship Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Why don’t we know when our egos getting lethal Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos Superego, id, and ego, hidden egos

Even in death, you’re beside me Wish I could see that our dream is dead and buried Even in death, I’m sorry Cuz the times we had were the best days of my life The rap career that I never had's since passed But the vivid tracks living in Matt give him a path But this is not about the failed rapper's act It's about the passion and masking the fact that it's a wrap Tell ‘em what you do, tell ‘em what you'd give for it Tell ‘em what's getting you outta bed and why you'd been born Tell ‘em what you're doing just to do it, blissful It's elemental, hella mental, but you live for it Your postmodern colloquial hope's out in the open You don’t bottle, you own it and hone positive focus Unknown, often alone but you're so confident You're dope rocking and rolling, a grown hobbyist Ey, you don't do it for the status or the fame All day, you do it cuz the habit's hard to break No way, that you're ever gonna give it up or quit it Go on living how you're living, you're limitless in a way, and you're saying Even in death, you’re beside me Wish I could see that our dream is dead and buried Even in death, I’m sorry Cuz the times we had were the best days of my life You're impassioned and taking action, enacting what your passion is Addict, fanatic, avid, and wrapped up in your bag of tricks In fact, it's like a magical batch of happiness Having a blast, habits are radical, laugh and bury it They say the dream's dead, you say you've made it though They say you're lame, but if you think it's made then ain't it so? A game is capable and great to fill a vacant soul I gotta say, your favorite playful way’s the way to go It's old logic, unload what you don’t want An emotional soul’s silent, but lo and behold, vibrance Eroding the coal, diamonds'll show you don't grow out of it Now that you've found it, let the ballad be a proud beginning Ey, you don't do it for the status or the fame All day, you do it cuz the habit's hard to break No way, that you're ever gonna give it up or quit it Go on living how you're living, you're limitless in a way, and you're saying Even in death, you’re beside me Wish I could see that our dream is dead and buried Even in death, I’m sorry Cuz the times we had were the best days of my life

I got peer-diagnosed high-functioning autism Aw shit, I'm off the wall, I don't get sarcasm I need a minute to get it together, raucous I'm awkward to talk with cuz something is off with him Calm down bitch, get a fucking back rub Why you getting pissy at me pissing in the bathtub Matt's loved when you're laughing at his ass Til I rain on your parade, I'm a natural disaster ...too soon? I don't mean ill by it My sense of humor isn't humorous to everybody I never meant to cause offense, I really empathize Add to my regret when you get upset, I'm a better guy than that And I promise, but not flawless I don't want a filthy guilty conscience I don't wanna be the dill weed, dog shit Dick in incompetent nonsense, honest But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo I'm a borderline hoarder, more than sorta I got an assortment of dork shit under floorboards I’d fucking floor it in a four door Ford Explorer Going north, but you're bored and ignoring it I got that I've been ironic about it, no fun I’m uncommon but I've been the bomb to no one I've been a bother, anomaly, I'm a ghost hun Dreams dead, but I've bottled up the hope some So I hold back socially, censored Shit I've said’s been censured when the rest heard Guess I'm less than the best, I'm a pest, jerk I'm a mess and depressed, lesson been learned Been a nerd and inept at the convo Interested, invested, then all goes Straight down the potty for naughty comments that I spoke I thought I got it, but God I'm awful with y'all folks And I know that y'all know that I don't fucking get it and I've been bluffing And I know that y'all know that I don't motherfucking understand nothing But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo I got it, but I'm balled up inside of me I don't want any eyes on me, I don't wanna play I rely on my, I rely on my facade I got put a part of me out And make it so all of my outer face overcompensates I rely on my, I rely on my facade But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo But he's like S.I., as in socially inept No hope? Don't know. Social? Solo

Look I’m pretty sure my father told me not to do this at one point or another But just try to think of it this way: this is how I can apologize I’m sorry They say a dream is a wish that a heart makes, so what is a nightmare My memories severed, apparently everything’s something when nothing is right there In my night terrors, me and Matisse, I believe I’m breathing my life’s air But I’m quite scared, right to the fight or to flight, I might be all right But I’ve been a bad son, yeah I’ve been a bad son And I’m wondering why they love me when nothing’s what Matt’s done I’m aware that my lack of care and sincerity’s mad dumb But every glaring similarity scares me in action, run You bet I’ve been errant, so what is a family, huh? Compare it to parenting, parents are married, embarrassing, bear with me But I’ve been arrogant, I’m aware of it, and I’m scared to appear as a heretic Cuz I’ve been fairly unfair in my wariness where I let irritants bury my heritage, uh No I don’t deserve this life, I’m so imperfect, right See I’m no assertive type, I’m below the fervent hype You say I’m wrong, and you’re almost certainly right Sometimes I worry about the worth of my own maturity’s life, so I make believe Make believe, but I’m the prodigal son Make believe, I regret a lot that I’ve done All the dreams a memory can start Make believe, cuz I’m the prodigal son I’m make believing that all my past hadn’t happened, nah And I’m make believing I’ve made it past all my past sins, ah Yeah I admit that I’ve had this habit of acting passive I’ve been so mad that I pit what matters against the madness in my passions, ah I’ve been a fool, I’ve been a fool and I know it Defiant and moody but mindful of viewers, so you woulda knew if I showed it The more I’m secluding myself in reclusive entombment, the more I forego I’m removing the boy that you knew as a youth when I grew up as selfish, ignoring emotion I tried to leave and I landed somewhere East of make believe Somewhere that I could dare to be the careless Tisse I claimed to be A change of people and pace, and even scenery Painfully embarrassed of my glaring lack of character So label me a loser, label me ungrateful I’ve been chained to these mistakes ever since the day that I done made them, out the gate And I can’t negate what I’ve been perpetuating, nay, I’ma stay, hey But I guess that I can’t complain if I take a leap of faith, so I’ll make believe Make believe, but I’m the prodigal son Make believe, I regret a lot that I’ve done All the dreams a memory can start Make believe, cuz I’m the prodigal son

You know the dude’s still on it, who still want it Got it all figured out, but the dude’s still running A noose helped me figure out my true self, hunnid But I lose him in elements of who I’m becoming, I’m a Ghost...and I know me the most Low key I’m hoping to go be alone Coping with copious soul-leeching locusts I’m choking on jovial notions of hope But I’m lost, and that’s all I grin and bear it like I care about the minimum, but that’s false But that’s Sauce, and Matt’s Oz Cuz I’ve been hidden behind a curtain, I’m pitiful, but that’s off, yuh I can’t say I’m not a product of my pain, ey I gotta make it up from the bottom of my shame, ey So if I ever get to god then I’ma blame me But lately, lately I’ve been Hurting myself, unsure of myself, I’ve been Worried as hell, while I’m learning myself, ey I can’t say I’m not a product of my pain, ey But lately, lately I’ve been tossing and turning, obnoxious and nervous My thoughts say I’m always at fault for the hurt and It’s all been a burden, so often I’m learning That coffins and curses are all I deserve and Know, and I don’t mean to drone But no need to notice me skulking along No need for phony emotions, alone I’ve been honing the process of knowing a soul Now I do, and I’m through I grin and bear it, but I’m aware I’m never good enough to find truth So I’ll lose, til I prove It isn’t fair to pick comparisons and pin em up, and I’m you, uh If self-reflection is a lesson, let it lend a hand I can’t accept the dead surrender of a better man What’s unacceptable’s a blessing, I don’t give a damn So why’m I questioning myself Not this again! If self-reflection is a lesson, let it lend a hand I can’t accept the dead surrender of a better man What’s unacceptable’s a blessing, I don’t give a damn So why’m I questioning myself Not this again! I can’t say I’m not a product of my pain, ey I gotta make it up from the bottom of my shame, ey So if I ever get to god then I’ma blame me But lately, lately I’ve been Hurting myself, unsure of myself, I’ve been Worried as hell, while I’m learning myself, ey I can’t say I’m not a product of my pain, ey But lately, lately

I don't give a god damn what gods they see The Anunnaki are the gods to me We call it faith, but it's all belief, so The Anunnaki are the gods to me, yo I miss the kiss of abduction, the bliss and the rush when I’m lifted above this unthinkable mud pit A swift interruption, a distant seduction I’m wishing and wondering if one’ll ever take me back Sometimes I’m feeling like my memories are fed to me And nothing I remember’s ever meant to be, let it be Many can’t relate to me, I’m of a different pedigree A better me, I’m meta, beam up, blessing people dead to me Scary noises seeing spots, paranoid I’m being watched I’m only feeling at ease when I’m breathing, deep in thought But no one sees what I’m seeing so they believe me not Cuz seeing is believing, and I’m leaving all these people shocked Most deceive and have been perverting what it’s worth Living ancient misinterpreted versions of what occurred I can’t connect to sermons, I’m burdened by what I’ve heard Though I’m sure I’m meant to learn what I’ve learned on this fucking earth I don't give a god damn what gods they see The Anunnaki are the gods to me We call it faith, but it's all belief, so The Anunnaki are the gods to me, yo I miss the kiss of abduction, the bliss and the rush when I’m lifted above this unthinkable mud pit A swift interruption, a distant seduction I’m wishing and wondering if one’ll ever take me back Back up to the Mass in the mothership How I lust for the passionate touch again Through telepathic entrapment and subtle hints Everything I’ve been through is back up in front again And nothing measures up, nothing ever comes close Cuz I love it yo, stuck in my banality I covet those Overdoses in moments when reality is shunned There’s nothing better on this dead earth, it’s heaven up close And most people, they rarely relate They can barely contain their disdain for where I’m astray It’s like the best of situations is I’m carried away And so I hope and pray the aliens’ll take me today, ey You say I’m delusional, I say I’ve got focused eyes And All I fucking ask is you approach it with an open mind But cuz some crazy people say it, you hear only lies So divisive, polarizing conflict, I cope ostracized I don't give a god damn what gods they see The Anunnaki are the gods to me We call it faith, but it's all belief, so The Anunnaki are the gods to me, yo I miss the kiss of abduction, the bliss and the rush when I’m lifted above this unthinkable mud pit A swift interruption, a distant seduction I’m wishing and wondering if one’ll ever take me back I often ponder the lost knowledge of all the gods All but forgotten omniscient wanderers of falling stars Art and philosophy’s part of me, follow my own heart Honest to god, it’s the gods who the Anunnaki are The origin of all faith, the core of it’s all strange Ignoring for false fates, and so we’re a long way From forging our small stake in the universe, our place We’ve gotta learn from the start of this all across space I don't give a god damn what gods they see The Anunnaki are the gods to me We call it faith, but it's all belief, so The Anunnaki are the gods to me, yo I miss the kiss of abduction, the bliss and the rush when I’m lifted above this unthinkable mud pit A swift interruption, a distant seduction I’m wishing and wondering if one’ll ever take me back