[Verse 1: Dorian Duvall]
I just came to life in a year, fucking stressing
Double tied knots coming loose, I was tripping man
Fucking with these women man
Blowing all the contraband
I was going mad, pulling hair in my underwear
Routine really kills me when it's not making sense
But what is not making sense, is what I do in a pinch
Like the yellow pages, nigga I was wasting paper
Ill behavior, signing wavers
Mind bending, needing favors
Demons trying to chase me, I was 'bout to fucking flip
Management talking shit, I never took the hint
Dude never had the flavor man, just a name on paper scan
Consider me Satan man, I really need a saving plan

[Hook: Alex Turner]
The feeling we get
When we are falling
Far
The feeling we get
When we all fall in
Line

[Bridge]
Damn nigga
(Wassup?)
Last year, man I was on some drugs
(You was on some drugs?)
I was on some women
Nigga, I was fucked up
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