Plummet
Okayyyyyyyy
Hey batter, dark matter, toe tagger-swing
Step ladder don't matter, whole lotta creeps
Yeah, aim for the throat, grab and give a tight squeeze
Think about choking, 'til hoping to breath
What the fuck you think I mean?
The knife-fingers not a dream
It pops up, neck chop, I block then suddenly
Duck the fuck shit, you would never believe
How I'm fumblin' nothin' while I be twisted like keys, and then
Go for the knees and then
Hope they bleed and then
Cap, cap, double tap, yeah
Down the bottle if I have no clue that I will see tomorrow
Full throttle what I'd call it while I'm attacking them all though
No motto, I'm just swervin' round the potholes
But they following me, lookin' like a painting from Picasso
Cryogenic to pyro, bet it don't stop
Fall pathetic we drop, cause
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
It's a fun trip 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What the fuck, the horror, the terror I'm burning up
My luck, thinkin' I finally had enough
Of the jumpin' jacks, severed our messages in the cup
So I can't relax, never been hesitant on a bluff
I shrug, the opposite vision to meet the glass
The past, follow the breeze up until we blast
'Yond capacity, laugh 'cause it's a mystery
That isn't a tragedy to somebody out of league
Throat, slash
Brain, bash
Never will settle until we make it past the devil
Where we at, crash
Fall, back
Tryna get level, so we can get out of this mental
Trickle down symbolism, no trickin' your sins to riddance
The sick and foul pessimism, but flickin' the BIC's not forbidden
Itches thou own submissives I'm always regrettin'
Diggin' through my brain like a pile of wreckage, because it's
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
It's a fun trip 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
Hey batter, dark matter, toe tagger-swing
Step ladder don't matter, whole lotta creeps
Yeah, aim for the throat, grab and give a tight squeeze
Think about choking, 'til hoping to breath
What the fuck you think I mean?
The knife-fingers not a dream
It pops up, neck chop, I block then suddenly
Duck the fuck shit, you would never believe
How I'm fumblin' nothin' while I be twisted like keys, and then
Go for the knees and then
Hope they bleed and then
Cap, cap, double tap, yeah
Down the bottle if I have no clue that I will see tomorrow
Full throttle what I'd call it while I'm attacking them all though
No motto, I'm just swervin' round the potholes
But they following me, lookin' like a painting from Picasso
Cryogenic to pyro, bet it don't stop
Fall pathetic we drop, cause
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
It's a fun trip 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What the fuck, the horror, the terror I'm burning up
My luck, thinkin' I finally had enough
Of the jumpin' jacks, severed our messages in the cup
So I can't relax, never been hesitant on a bluff
I shrug, the opposite vision to meet the glass
The past, follow the breeze up until we blast
'Yond capacity, laugh 'cause it's a mystery
That isn't a tragedy to somebody out of league
Throat, slash
Brain, bash
Never will settle until we make it past the devil
Where we at, crash
Fall, back
Tryna get level, so we can get out of this mental
Trickle down symbolism, no trickin' your sins to riddance
The sick and foul pessimism, but flickin' the BIC's not forbidden
Itches thou own submissives I'm always regrettin'
Diggin' through my brain like a pile of wreckage, because it's
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
It's a fun trip 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
What goes up (Yeah)
Must come down (Yeah)
Take you for a spin (Yeah)
Merry go round (Yeah)
It's a fun trip (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground (Yeah)
'Til you hit the ground 'til you hit the ground (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Baker
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