Ritual

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You afraid of tenderloins on heroin, talking 'bout steaks being too high.

Run low on oil, gotta make your choice, gonna kill the flame or stay frying.

You wanna waste time, don't waste mine. Can't take the heat, get back in line.

No leftovers, that ain't right. I got main course, go prep sides.

Wake up and fight with a heart attack. Tryna catch up with the bills. Come home at night with a broken back.

It's all about making them bills.

I got a rhythm, my flow is circadian, call it habitual.

Tryna escape from the hunger games, it's all in the ritual.

Ding-dong, bitch. This ain't TikTok, what did you think?

I'ma just leave you a gift. You better bring it on if you wanna get rich.

All you do is bark, but you've never been bit. Shit gets hard, you only wanna split.

Get a real job, scrap that shit. Rub-a-dub-dub, motherfucker.

This is system, shit's an algorithm-driven prison. Circle-jerk of self-indulgent serpents doing wishing.

I know I'll be doing this shit 'til I'm old, call it perpetual.

Dragging my feet down the witches' road, it's all in the ritual.

Wake up, we're not alone yet.

Wake up, I think we're dead.

Wake up, we're not alone yet.

Wake up, wake up.