Tripping off Ritalin Making my bank then I throw it all in the bin No way I'm innocent I don't want help, just want a million I wrote it on the tin Saving it, I'm on the pavement Giving in, I'm brilliant You can talk shit, I got tunnel vision Call this shit Palm Brinks, bitch, I'm Max Takin' cute pics, watch the camera flash Limelight's not for the ****s who crash Try to bring heat then you burn to ash And I got a*s, massive fag S**k so much that I might just gag But not my songs, that shit got class You should drop out, those grades won't pass You should drop out, go fast You just want clout, it's mad Open your mouth, it's sad You've got no crowd, that's facts I got my homies, Adam and Sully We cooking up, it's all sounding lovely Inside the studio, you think it's funny We making art out of love, end of story **** everyone on Twitter **** everyone that made me feel bitter Too scummy to be called a critter I might just be dead by winter **** my broad shoulders **** everything about me, it's too manly Let me just vibe as an enby Why do ****s wanna take that from me? "Freak of nature, freak of nature" "Why won't you just sit in patience?" "Let the skin peel off, you brainless" "Little piece of shit, get wasted" Yeah, yeah, there's no cure I really wish there was, I'm insecure Security don't work, it's torture So damn dirty, I'm impure, I'm impure Sippin' on whiskey, old no. 7 Mix it with cola, triple seven Got me filling up with wisdom Got me feeling like something missin' Fill the void with carnal pleasures I'm digging deep for some treasures Think I'm winning by some measures But I still trip under pressure Tripping off Ritalin Making my bank then I throw it all in the bin No way I'm innocent I don't want help, just want a million I wrote it on the tin Saving it, I'm on the pavement Giving in, I'm brilliant You can talk shit, I got tunnel vision Call this shit Palm Brinks, bitch, I'm Max Takin' cute pics, watch the camera flash Limelight's not for the ****s who crash Try to bring heat then you burn to ash And I got a*s, massive fag S**k so much that I might just gag But not my songs, that shit got class You should drop out, those grades won't pass (Tripping off Ritalin) (Making my bank then I throw it all in the bin) (No way I'm innocent) (I don't want help, just want a million) (I wrote it on the tin) (Saving it, I'm on the pavement) (Giving in, I'm brilliant) (You can talk shit, I got tunnel vision) (Call this shit Palm Brinks, bitch, I'm Max) (Takin' cute pics, watch the camera flash) (Limelight's not for the ****s who crash) (Try to bring heat then you burn to ash) (And I got ass, massive fag) (S**k so much that I might just gag) (But not my songs, that shit got class) (You should drop out, those grades won't pass)