[Chorus]
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nBe careful of what you are summoning
\nI have been struggling just to keep hatred from bubbling
\nMy inner thoughts they are troubling
\nAnd every second that passes the shackles are buckling
\nCackling like it's my path to be laughing and mumbling
\nWhisper to shadows to plummeting
\nInto another dimension where me killing you is as passive as breathing and functioning
\nTrust, when the guillotine dropped and my neck split
\nAll of those friends, they be lined at the exit
\nSo don't mind if I dine on the flesh
\nFor the time, I'm alive saying fuck your respect, bitch
\nTrust, I can see every path leading backwards
\nEvery scenario, every underlying factor
\nI can see you huddled in a trash compactor
\nFractured sky, open wide for the black birds
\nTrust, all your intentions crystal clear
\nYou all draw near to within this sphere
\nThe mask on your face is slippin'
\nJust for a moment, I can see your fear
\nTrust, make sure that the last four bars go hard
\nAnd they see you as a lyrical god
\n'Cause it matters so much that you gain their acceptance
\nTo be another motherfuckin' rapper they connect with
\n
\n[Pre-Chorus]
\nTrust, feel like I've been walkin' backwards
\nTrust, while my brain's been erased by flatworms
\nTrust, like it's all been manufactured
\nLike when I dream I repeat the exact words
\nTrust, the signal's reversed, the signal's reversed
\nI'm bleeding and even with being my best I'm being my worst
\nI'm painting with blood, and there's no escaping the urge
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nDo I love you, or do I want you laid in a ditch
\nWhile you bake in the sun, bitch
\nHateful, just 'cause I made you a steak
\nAnd you still got the balls to complain 'cause it ain't ground beef
\nGround my teeth into hateful peaks
\nMouth all full of my hateful speech
\nUse my words to expand my reach
\nAnd align every mind 'til it's all unleashed
\nI'll be dead soon, bless you with these gifts
\nOne day, you'll remember how my brain switched
\nAK in a duffel bag full of them clips
\nMelee from the stage for the way they live
\nCan't bait me, bitch, I'm a 4D hologram
\nLaid in the Acres of Taliman
\nBlood, it escapes and it sprays from the holes in my diaphragm
\nCan't understand? Here's a diagram
\nTrust, the rappers you listen to suck
\nYou only use them in place of your lack of identity
\nSearching for anything
\nThat you can paste on your chest so that you won't be judged
\nMe, I'm just building my legacy
\nFighting through everything, even when everyone fronts
\nFuck all the money, and secondly
\nFuck all the people assuming I'm giving a fuck
\n
\n[Pre-Chorus]
\nTrust, feel like I've been walkin' backwards
\nTrust, while my brain's been erased by flatworms
\nTrust, like it's all been manufactured
\nLike when I dream I repeat the exact words
\nTrust, the signal's reversed, the signal's reversed
\nI'm bleeding and even with being my best I'm being my worst
\nI'm painting with blood, and there's no escaping the urge
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly
\nAll they wanna know is where is the old shit
\nYou don't want the old me, trust me, homie
\nNo love left in my dome, just lonely
\nPut another round in the chamber slowly\n\n
