and my wi-i-ife saw your face on the nightly news.

i don't wanna go like this, at least let me clean my room.

i don't bother anyone, nervous when i stand.

flamethrower, you on a switchblade.

slow down on monday.

but on saturday, saturday, saturday.

get the door to blow you away.

get the door to blow you away.

if they come knocking, ain't no stopping me for you.

she's not afraid of her reflection but of what she might see behind it.

ride or die, my son.

i don't bother anyone, nervous when i stand.

in this house we have feng shui.

but on saturday, saturday, saturday.

we come for you, no chances.

i don't wanna go like this, at least let me clean my room.

taking inventory of his life, seeing snapshots chronologically in line.

don't you shy away.

taking inventory of his life, seeing snapshots chronologically in line.

alone, i'm gonna change my circumstance, i know i need to move right now.

got a good bass and a loose tongue, notorius in the octagon.

we got people on the way, we want you home in one piece now.

mulberry street, so good to see you!

cut us open, spread us out, dry us in the sand.

searching for that feeling like an i love you that isn't words.

meteoric rhymes in prehistoric times, now that meteor is coming, coming, coming.

in my house shoes on a foot race.

lowkey, i'm alright.

and he feels trapped when he's enebriated.

searching for that feeling like an i love you that isn't words.

my sunshine is a buzz and a light, i'll be singing out.

i am a megladon, oceans feeling like a pond.

(ba da da, ba da da da da)

like a song hero that's never heard.

you can have the weekends, we will live between them.

mulberry street, so good to see you!

manifest a ceiling when you shy away.

they're trying hard to weaponize you and i, we'll never take it.

choking on the circumstance, only smoking secondhand.

you are formidable to me 'cause you seem to know it where you wanna go.

ain't no sunny skies till you finally realize that everybody relies on synthetic highs.

but on saturday, saturday, saturday.

or am i on the outside?

seems like all i'm worth is what i'm able to withstand.

lowkey, i'm alright.

you can have the weekends, we will live between them.

ride or die, josh dun.

we get bodies everyday, we want you home in one piece now.

yeah, yeah, yeah i can die with you.

like a silhouette that you can barely see as a shadow cast upon the ground where you'll eventually lay forever, but the day goes on, the sun moves behind you. you get taller, bolder, stronger, and the rear view only blinds you.