YOUR DOORS ARE OPEN
Whoa!
Breaking the glass, shatter the ceiling when beats hit the max
Volume, often raised and I keep it up
This game is a race that I lead, are you keeping up?
Aye, where is the world's end, somewhere to go end myself once again?
Again cause I can't die anymore, I just end up back home sprawled across my floor
That's that self preservation kicking in
Kicking me back to the world that I'm living in
Unfortunately, world of misfortune, wonder if I'll stay here long?
One more song, writing one more song
Put these words in a track, and I hope that it reaches
The people of Earth, and the people that were once here
But we know that they're here no longer

I am one with myself, take this knife off the shelf
I am one with the world, take this hellhole when I hurl
Knives up to the ceiling fast, stick them there and hope they last
I am one with myself, take this knife off the shelf
I am one with the world, take this hellhole when I hurl

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Not a woman, but you know I'll be your Girl With the Gold Wrist
Other day, first time, spent a hundred on clothes
Felt kinda bold, little cold, was it worth it?
Gotta look fresh on every single occasion
Asian countries, Japanese on my sleeves
If you ask me what it means, you're getting scuffed on the scene
Broski, I'm riding waves like a jet ski
Smiski, the little homies on my desk that be keeping me company
I hope you know that your doors are open
Missed the opportunity to close them
Now I'm in your house
Making the most of my livelyhood before it's all gone
I am one with myself, take this knife off the shelf
I am one with the world, take this hellhole when I hurl
Knives up to the ceiling fast, stick them there and hope they last
I am one with myself, take this knife off the shelf
I am one with the world, take this hellhole when I hurl
Knives up to the ceiling fast, stick them there and hope they last