Not Babylon lyrics

(OKAY let's spin a disk)
(Rah)
(Ay, let's go)

[Verse 1: CHEF]
Dig a couple corpses out their coffin -
Half a cup of tea with X and Mac and ask what's poppin
Deluded and deranged, feels like
My mind is caught and
They ask if things have changed
b*tch I'm still at rock-bottom
Jotting sh*t, rotten sh*t
Hoping I can make a hit
I take a hit, feel the toxins swim
Forget how baked that is
Faded, throwing shade at a motherf*ckin'
Basic b*tch
Raided the parade runnin' round half naked
Shiiit, I think I made it to the other side
Where my mind and I attempt to fly
So now while I'm splattered in the dust
Time to go to sleep
Got this unique white-noise
Playing on repeat
f*ck, sittin' warm and cozy
In a throne; prepared by saying
The afterlife is hot as f*ck
Skin sizzling like bacon
Demons half-awake and raving in the basement
To Lady-f*cking-Gaga, and I made it (She made it)
[Chorus: CHEF]
What the f*ck is going on?
This ain't a f*cking sing along
I thought this place was Babylon
I ran a f*cking marathon to get here
I'm a sleep-walking phenomenon down here

[Verse 2: Eddie Fresco]
f*ck!
The pressure's building up
I gotta make it for the lankers
All the rest I'd given up
I'm losing hope, I'm losing friends
Sometimes I feel like it's enough
I got the gun, look at the sky, should I
Just end it in a rush? Oh
Take another breath, I'm back into my senses
These people drive me crazy
But there's no way I'm gonna end it
I'm fighting for my freedom
So I'm spittin' with a reason
Conversations with my demons every time
I'm trying to sleep, and

[Chorus 2: Eddie Fresco]
This sh*t's getting to me
I swear some peace and quiet sounds like f*ckin' heaven to me
Gettin' lost in life and pokers I've invested in me
Now I look at my reflection, like
What happened to me? (x2) f*ck
[CHEF]
Dead. Man. Walking. (x4)

[Chorus: CHEF]
What the f*ck is going on?
This ain't a f*cking sing along
I thought this place was Babylon
I ran a f*cking marathon to get here
To get here

I said
What the f*ck is going on?
This ain't a f*cking sing along
I thought this place was Babylon
I ran a f*cking marathon to get here
To get here...

[Verse 3: CHEF]
Roll the dice, I want to know my chances
What the odds are
Focus high, one just tiny dances, in a go-kart
Fight or flight instincts come from right inside of your heart
A terabyte-space inside my mind for some more bars
Spillin' it, killin' it, livin' it
Rippin' it, dippin' it, feelin' it
Cadillac inside of Michigan
Stuck on an island with Gilligan
Nope I never been givin' it
CHEF, you know what my mission is
Savin' the mind of the citizens
While drownin' in all of these dividends
[Chorus: CHEF]
What the f*ck is going on?
This ain't a f*cking sing along
I thought this place was Babylon
I ran a f*cking marathon to get here
To get here...