[Verse 1]
Fuck this, I'm so tired of fake shit
Packs upon packs of distractions
Her tires still screaming at pavement
She’d rather get fucked in the face, bitch
Can't handle the pressure [?]
Your soul is just [?} for payment
There's 93 reasons I feel [?]

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
All I fucking see is 93 more temples in the sun
All I see is 93 more scars [?], I let that knife fall
All I see is 93 pushing daisies when I’m done

[Instrumental Outro]