Workhorsing lyrics

[Intro]
Eh, heh, eh, eh-heh (That's weird)
Eh-eh, oh yeah
Syrin— Syringe

[Verse]
Trying to find something to make, it in my head
Most of the time I think of that, I suffer brain damage
Lack of understanding, my reasoning for most of this
Not looking for no damn advice, I'd rather let my fingers shed
Speaking a clue and hoping that you'd get the f*cking message
Mentally f*cked until I'm at that place, 'til then I'm reckless
Working so fast, you cannot catch up and you making messes
Don't play the tame one and let you walking with the arm around it
You f*cking it up, nobody is really understanding
Day after day, I'm always full of coffee I injected
Don't clear your eyes when you can't visualize the f*cking message
Sound of Irritation came and went like cauterization
Hell nah, hell nah, smelling like trashcans
Smelling like fish, then I throw it away
Chillin' today, ayy
f*ck a couple years, f*ck a couple breaths
Motherf*cker, get to f*ckin' killin' sh*t
Damn, I am
Now, I don't know what to do next, uh
f*ck, b*tch, I'm stuck in a place I can't touch
I'ma get all of us out the bullsh*t f*ckin' mud, uh
I don't do drugs (f*ck all the Xanax), f*ck all the Xanax
f*ck outta here with dumb sh*t
f*ck up some dumb sh*t, f*ck all the ratchets
f*ck all the ratchets
b*tch, I'm make fun on my own
b*tch, I'm make—
f*ck all the churches, f*ck all the churches
Blaming Satan, what did the c*nt do?
[Outro]
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah, uh
Ah, uh, uh
f*ck this, f*ck this