BUZZCUT
 作词 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
 Who let the dope boys out?
 Thank God you let me crash on your couch
 Who's my God that I’m prayin' to now?
 Early two-thous, they tried to jump me in, Latino protection
 Any direction, you gave me your blessing
 Texan, I text him, I told him I got him
 Told him I made it to Hollywood, all it took was a summer to fail
 A platinum record not gon' keep my Black ass out of jail
 Truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
 I love my mother, drove all the way to Cali’ just to check up on me
 Made her go home, felt the virus
 Web of life is my weave, false dreams stripped by silence
 Deals thеy had us sign; for years, it had me blind
 Think I had to hit rewind and think about why I do shinе
 Got my cousin doin' time, he was barely pushin' dimes
 My whole family cursed, now get the **** out my ride

 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
 Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
 Now, get the **** out my ride
 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I (Get the **** out)
 **** with me, give no s**t, guess my ignorance is bliss
 Now get the **** out my ride
 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
 Nothin’, nothin’, nothin', nothin’, nothin'
 So get the **** out my ride
 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
 If a killer say s**t, then get these mother****ers— (Get the **** out)

 Live from the gutter, blood like red paint spills
 You n***as ain't alpha, you're incels
 You normies ain’t a part of the script, doxx your house with crips
 Pop s**t, now you got content, constant
 Where to begin? A veteran with medicine pen
 Let 'em all in, treat 'em like they next of my kin
 Checkin' your chin way before the record begin
 N***as blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
 Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
 What do you know, when you start escapin' your soul
 White on the street, walking the beat like Abbey Road
 Truth be told, no such thing as "real n***a mold"
 Through the lights, camera, action, glamour, glitters and gold
 Unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
 No peace on the street, so I'm clutchin' my heat
 Gotta watch for these savages roamin' the street (Go)

 I- I float (Go)
 I'ma see ya when I do
 Now get the **** out my ride
 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
 (Yeah, n***a, we back up in this thang)
 Now get the **** out my ride
 —ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide
 (Yeah, new machine)
 They said I'd never, ever see the sunlight (Tell 'em)
 I thought I'd never, ever see the sunlight
 They said I'd never, ever see the sunlight

 Sometimes, it drives me crazy (Look at the sky!)
 This all I got for you (N***as!)
 That sunlight, it'll drive you crazy
 What is God to you n***as?
 (Goddamn, mother****er, ugh)