O-N-C-S-P-H, let me know when You'll be at the age, you understand We don't know, we don't know what happens when we die But we find comfort that no one else knows why either Won't you look at the homeless dude sitting on the corner of your street He just sits there and speaks what he thinks, but We don't talk to him, keep your eyes on the road straight Keep going don't blink, we know that he's soaking wet From your mother's tears, cuz we all fear him, we're all near him Refuse to acknowledge him, and he's pretty clearly a metaphor for you know what And I know who and some know how, it makes them feel a bit too blue But it's just the food we eat at the table of life Not the stuff that I like (You know what actually f*ck that) Jesus Christ You can't motherfucking catch me, catch me if you can I hope you understand, I think I understand, catch me No hesitation, I'm boutta break, at the gate No hesitation at the gate, turn the corner I don't wanna, I don't wanna, yeah Scheming on the low, I be scheming on these hoes I be scheming every season like my demons boutta show I'm just scheming I ain't dreaming, Imma leave it no malfeasance Yeah I promise on my coffin Imma get the fucking dough, yeah I don't even know what that shit means, I don't even know I, I don't know what I need don't know what I need O-N-C-S-P-H, let me know when You'll be at the age, you understand We don't know, we don't know what happens when we die But we find comfort that no one else knows why either So just kill your fucking self, oh yeah Yikes, kill yourself, oh well Oh, oh yeah, I don't know where you got that from All alone in your room, all alone I been chilling on some major things like when the Fat lady sings in a boxing ring, that's it Way too peppy for how lonely you are motherfucker I don't know I guess I'm okay by myself Maybe I'm just a dumb cheap guitar strummed A fucking sucker, I don't give a shit if you hate my cussing but I Hope you're doing well