[Verse 1]
Do we even have time to feel afraid?
Sudden Separation, f**ed, feel the plague
From that point on it could be said to flip the page
Greatest fear, f**ed, hey, cut by the blade, hey
A few weeks late, hate f**ed by the future
Embrace the hate barely f**ed, no nurture
Do we even have time to feel afraid?
Sudden separation f**ed, feel the plague
[Verse 2]
What we do is not enough
If your step'n out my dungeon take your f**in' stuff
You know my cousin? He's bound to start the lunge'n
A few weeks late, hate f**ed by the drunken state (straight)