Trapped in a liminal space called life
I'm a prisoner in this human mind
I don't know why I even try
'Cause I'm nothing more than a normal guy
I would be lying if I said I don't have ego
Thought I was dying but I think it was placebo
Only have one chance, only one
I can't feel my hands, I'm having fun
Yeah my boy Zinc and I, we made this shit in Chico
My existential dread, it hits like a torpedo
Tell me that you're not scared of death so let me ask you this
If you could lose or take it all then would you take the risk?
I can't even catch my breath 'cause I'm too busy running from death
Hope I don't go down with even a single regret
Only have one chance, only one
I can't feel my hands, I'm having fun
Yeah my boy Zinc and I, we made this shit in Chico
My existential dread, it hits like a torpedo
We more than some robots
Catch your love with a cold heart
Try to keep your head on your shoulders
Coming right through the modem
Money machine, money machine
Don't try to leave, don't try to leave
Every day of the week, day of the week
Come and feel the peak, and feel the peak
Big bread stacking, need a motherfucking forklift
Hate the way we moving, we be drifting in some Porches
They be like, "Ain't this your name?" Bitch, of course it is
Four-seat, four deep, four cylinders, bitch, we coming in
Money machine, money machine
Don't try to leave, don't try to leave
Every day of the week, day of the week
Come and feel the peak, and feel the peak
