Like a bloodhound on the scent you sent me wild
Suck it out of me this syrup drips like bile
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
I'm letting it slip down
(Now) sit down
Back the f*ck down sit down sit down
Spitting feathers from the froth behind my lips
And I think it's anger, Yeah I think it's anger
And i made you, but I take another blow to the face do
You need another toxin to raise you
Cause you know that I'd be losing to face you
An irate you
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
I'm letting it slip down sit down
Back the f*ck down sit down sit down
Bite my tongue and chase your smoking gun
You don't need to see repercussion