作词 : Conor Coleman
 作曲 : Conor Coleman

Ayy ayy ayy ayy..
Yeah yeah yeah..
Ayy ayy ayy ayy..
Would you trust a fxxking Shnxman with a notion in his head
Like a bullet in the weapon, now they let the chamber spin
Would you trust him?
Could you trust him?
Why'd you trust him?
I don't trust him
Ayy the darkness grows up on me like a flower in the dark light
Flourish in my brain like a cancer in the mind
I can feel my body drip emotions everywhere I walk now
Words are hard to come by so I popped a pill to slow down
I slowed down
Don't know now, won't slow down
I'm rolling so hard that I can't stop
Ayy So I sped back up to cover the, the dirt to scrub
Hurt my retinas from staring into the sun
Speaking blaring out
The bass electrifies the gurners like a bootleg stun gun
You fxxked up
Can't get back in my head, cause right now I function
I dip into blackouts, the drxgs be like vampire
fangs with how they sunk in
Ay Birth. Pain. Death.
Cause right now life doesn't feel like something
Nah life is pain
Best believe, it's fxxking pumping
Ay best you heed this fxxking warning
Less to leave, if you just scorn them
Love is weak, so there's no mourning
Endless sleep is so adourning ayy
Fixate on the crescent moon
The human juice glistens atop vast valleys of trees and foliage
Their hunting was never thought to be an art
But in hindsight
It can be a beautiful view
Ayy! Shnxman, Shnxman, back up, back up now
Chronic inside of my cigarette mix; I sit down
Shnxman, Shnxman, back up, back up now
Offer my soul up to the dead, devil's reject now
Shnxman, Shnxman, back up, back up now
Chronic inside of my cigarette mix; I sit down
Shnxman, Shnxman, back up, back up now
Offer my soul up to the dead, devil's reject now