Yeah
Same old f*ckin' tie
Same coffin when we die
Karl Marx was f*ckin' right, whoa
Call by my f*ckin' name
Standing out is still a thing
F*ckin' same, f*ckin' lame
All clean shaved it's f*cking tame
Feel this pain, it's train, we are in its f*cking lane
Comb my mane, the stares, the same
Corporate, it f*cking reigns
Midas reloaded, weirdos what you call it
I'm a f*cking lion, I always be crying
Zombie, I be dying, sweet it, I be lying
Force me with the meds, numb me until dead, uh
Six feet, six feet's where I can from
I feel dead, from the dead, I feel so numb
Yeah
Same old f*ckin' tie
Same coffin when we die
Karl Marx was f*ckin' right, whoa
Way-he
Way-he
Way-he
Way-he
Way-he