Panic

Time stops, I check your status
I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic
You're gone, I think I've had it
And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Aye, check those stats it's full of cappin' shit
Like "I've been good on my own" and "My fault was abstinent"
I saw you naked, and still you think I'm an accident
We back together, I'm fucking you like it's passionate

A Patek wrist is nothin, I told 'em
I went and sold 'em
No it's not for the money
It's showing it ain't my motive
No folding these paper plates
I look back and remember Omens
Holding, Comatose in my chair with no end of focus

Time stops, I check your status
I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic
You're gone, I think I've had it
And I'm going down, like the Titanic
Time stops, I check your status
I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic
You're gone, I think I've had it
And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Aye, look
I just wanna tell you guys, thank you for listening to this project
Um, I appreciate you guys
Sincerely Yours

We thought it funny for fun, sent for a faded fuck
Ended up it being the reason we need to toughen up
Told myself that I got the bills, and you got the brain
So there's a reason our hatred was all in vain
I mean really, it comes down to it
My backs to them and I lead this
They getting bodied in all of the western and eastern seasons
I see you don't take this lightly
Your life was lived with some fighting
It's better when understood that your work has come out of hiding
So go

Time stops, I check your status
I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic
You're gone, I think I've had it
And I'm going down, like the Titanic
Time stops, I check your status
I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic
You're gone, I think I've had it
And I'm going down, like the Titanic