What are the chances I could jump up out the plane if it don’t wanna land The wings would enhance the wind so it finally Cover the line in the sand I built you a mansion wishing that I could have Something stronger than a hand And I get defensive when I consider you as Something more of a friend And I get romantic thinking about if I’m Ever gon’ see you again It’s kinda pedantic of me to worry about What could happen, and then I could be philanthropist if I show you the Bigger picture by the inch Every step counts I been doing sprints Swinging for the fence God knows, if I let this atom bomb blow It’s a John Doe, dig a trench God knows, if he playing like a console Leave the box closed, crack a vent Everybody falling out from the stench Everybody calling out from the bench I’m tired of it, I’ll take a puppet Cut the wire from him, I’ll take a Walk down memory lane, I remember pain I ain’t died from it I was in hell, got my fire from it I could tell you tales, make your mind plummet Needed xans, k-pins didn’t cut it Need a plan that don’t break the budget It’s a long walk up from the bottom It’s a short fall down from the summit Praying I ain’t done it Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay let’s go I **** once, she a mess I **** twice, she obsessed She act right, she get blessed She get tight, she get left You my type, you a test For the wicked, ain’t no rest She like yoga, she wan’ stretch She like Doja, gimme cat So what’s next Oh he mad, he upset He wan’ fight, to the death He a die, still in debt Gimme credit when I come correct Need a medic, talking out his neck On the set, O1S Both arms out, finna flex Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Battery back in the back, okay Hmm What are the chances, I’m finna gamble Close my eyes and blow in my fist Shoot from the hip and I’m hoping it hit (Ehh, that’s not it) Shoot from the hip and I’m hoping it do more than open the pit (Yeah) How much it cost It’s more than a grip How much you lost I’m pleading the fifth But it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle Execs tryn’ put my head on a mantle Next steps, whole bunch of crying and candles I ain’t going for nun’ Cause I know I’m the one All these lessons I learned ‘bout the power of words If he talk outta turn then I cut out his tongue, okay Cause I can’t risk it More than I already have I think I’m addicted And surely the feeling will last Cause I can’t risk it More than I already have I think I’m addicted And surely the feeling will last Battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh I got my battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh huh Battery back, uh huh