[Verse 1: Nightmare]
Couple kids, troubled lids, bubbled in with muddled skids
Made it this far, now there's no going back
T play that guitar, Troy grab the drums for track
Fuck the problem kid filled rap, getting rid of all of that
It's the melancholic dancer footing taps, breaking backs to make the stacks
Getting higher than heads on crack, once it was beds we lack
Write a few tracks to make some racks
Now it's us you're sleeping on, keep your seatbelt on
Coming quick not quiet, just make sure you watch your back

[Verse 2: BOTHERED]
Downward spiral imminent of infinite, stretchy as confectionary Laffy Taffy
Sippin' on what we made in a minute, listen and passively pass on laughing as we
Relax in the backseat, we're in the outside space
Behind the box, the line was crossed, they pout as I remain
The sole victor, ingrown splinter in the sphincter of listeners that cling to me
Sling they snuffed means, crushin' dreams and spleens of wrinkled fiends
Just hand it in this man of sin's sippin' a cup of bubble tea humbly
We're the phantom salmon of this jam and we're swimmin' upstream