Verse 1 - Cinco:

I don't need you (Uh)
But I want you (And)
Not gonna hunt you (Uh)
I'm gonna haunt you (Damn)
And, yeah, I'm drawn to (Uh)
What I cannot attain
And everything that I explain
Is just me spitting game
See, I am not like other people
Nosediving from the top of a steeple
I'm ducking and dodging the evil
But all of my attempts seem feeble
Thread that needle... Impossible
Hallucinate my obstacles
Success, it is improbable
Because they feed us all a lot of bull
And we eat it
Bite the hand that's feeding
We're bred to ask no reason
Til the day that we cease our breathing
So don't question, just believe it
You better break yourself from that mold right now
And we hold shit down with a bold-ass sound
Me and BKnitts style like holy cow (x3)
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