i don't even wanna say it 'less it got truth inside

i don't even wanna pray unless i see hoop inside

who survived, who's alive after chasing the suicide

pay and get lucified, for the game i get crucified

do or die, do or die, you won't f**k with the newer guy

too easy to deny, f**k it, i got the new supply

super bazooka from my computer into her thigh

i made a future through my computer, no suit and tie

killing your ego, put the nail in the coffin

you don't care 'bout the people, you just care 'bout the profits

and i want that for me though, like a pair of garages

and broads that can match with the cars and the process

applause for every future menage, f**k the losses

and god, i need a beautiful broad from my conscience

oh lord, i survived, all the hate, 'til applause

when it get real, feeling myself, feeling myself

i been in my bag, feeling your hell

it's feeling all sad, really inhale

i been in my bag

lone rangers

don't blame us

and lone roamers

i'm cold as stone and

i'm growing on and

loners

loners

mia

i been mia

loners