Can you see me Really, can you see me? I'm up on the black sea I've been sitting back Never sitting on the backseat Headphones in my ears Just listening to esprit Locking all these doors Like the owner of a church key Can you see me Really can you see me? Cliche like a movie Chic on back, so groovy Maybe we should go ski Hop on back, just like a flea Maybe that ain't really me Are you sure you can see me? Cliche always like a movie Chic on back, so groovy Maybe didn't move you But really really moved me Can you see me Really can you see me? Cliche like a movie Chic on back, so groovy Parting through your hair Like Moses with the red sea Living through a nightmare Moving through the debris Deader than a foursquare Grow a stupid fucking goatee Stuck up in the firmware All down in your own memory Maybe it was meant to be Stuck up bitch that no one leaves Cause they're scared he'll come right back And serve you up some new fresh crack Now them people turn their back Wrap my head around the mac No one really really cares when people say your beats are wack Maybe it's a turning Maybe got me burning Got him all asserting Can you see me Really can you see me? Cliche like a movie Chic on back, so groovy Can you see me Really can you see me? Cliche like a movie Chic on back, so groovy

(DayEXSO!) Mr. Musical let me paint your picture Since you wanna be such a dirty bitch uh Knowing all your beats that's a dirty texture Maybe i should tell about the dirty gestures No more school, no more fucking lectures Until we go to uni and then you'll outgrow your sketchers Maybe make a business then get some investors If that doesn't work out you can become a wrestler Or maybe goodbye on your business venture (Who knows) Crazy crazy crazy all up in these fucking headphones Album so different, fuck it, lemme bring in the xylophone Bruise it on my face, bruise em like a pair of knuckle bones Put your chin up honey you sounding so fuckin' monotone Maybe shout my prod tag through a motherfucking megaphone I been working for a while, dress me down to skin and bones Then i rest a bit, i get in my zone Miss you maybe but you think i am alone I used to wake up for calls at 2 in the morning Maybe get a job, your current job is ignoring Pick myself up, you're n opposite of supporting I been missing people lately Even if i text em daily And i used to talk so gravely All them fears yeah, they create me I been missing people lately Even if i text em daily And i used to talk so gravely All them fears yeah, they create me You wanna steal from me just like Edison did Take a look around and look what the medicine did I came out the womb more fucked up than the veteran's kid I don't give a fuck anymore I'm going full bedizen Two years ago i didn't give a fuck because i went feminine And now I'm really in I'm feeling brazey All the fears, yeah they create me

(DayEXSO!) That's what my producer tag is Locked out of my room, locked out of my headspace If I play my cards right I wouldn't have no deck space If I told you how I'd feel I'd leave you red faced Maybe we can be some friends, that'd be the best case Locked out of my room, locked out of my headspace If I play my cards right I wouldn't have no deck space If I told you how I'd feel I'd leave you red faced Maybe we can be some friends, that'd be the best case About for a year, I didn't have a phone And then what, I guess she loves me Really should've known We can move to Rome I'm feeling like a clone Feeling like an overbite, I'm feeling overgrown I should get a loan Get a brand new record, that's all I'll ever own I'm feeling weak as bones And now it's all beginning Because you're all in my own And I'm all in your phone At least I got my bed, at least I got my light At least that I can turn it off for when I sleep at night Ever since you saw me I've been doing better out of spite Be a better person, don't be a fuckin' uptight Bastard Listening to Tyler's bastard Realizing that I should've done better That shit that'd would've mattered But I guess it's all up to all my last word This beat has been so standard I own my masters I cut my arm, I need a plaster And then, guess what, no one fuckin' answered You all a bunch of sheep, call that vast herd What do I know, does it matter? Serving me up on a silver platter Again and again, feeling my ways Feeling the same (DayEXSO!)

(You wish) Space to grow Like that ryno song Thought we'd make one and I'd tag along Instead of Spain, Madrid, how about Hong Kong They're the same place, what could go wrong? After all these years of hate, we can get along When we get to Hong Kong, we can play mahjong Smell that new that thing coming, that's the sense of right and wrong 20 years ago i would've made a drum and bass song Going higher in the sky than Mr. Neil Armstrong All that time you spent with me put back into this song Round bout 2 years ago, my hair went stupid blonde Put my head in my space, never have a swan song (You wish) You need to give it all for me You need to give it all for me You need to give it all for me You need to give it all for me Speaking to my friends bout my iPhone 6 All these years have told me not to throw a fit Got a brand new light-bulb, add it to my HomeKit We don't need a smart home, we living 16 bit We looking at the sky, without it being so sunlit One day we'll get there, and we'll all make it The radio's still back on, put that shit on transmit I don't wanna chew my words, I'm never not a hypocrite I just want to know I just want to go I just want you to know I just feel like the skies I just feel like the sky Every day and every night I just want to know how you feel And i really wanna know About your love About your whole time Talking about Your time in your life (You wish)

I can't believe you never picked up my calls Instead I make beats like DOOM on Gas Drawls I'm getting real stressed might tear out my eyeballs One day my music will be played in dance halls As soon as you heard the first line you thought about me Why'd you think about me Why'd you think about me? Instead you could've thought about buddy holly or deck the halls But instead you thought bout spraying yourself with aerosols Anywho, who are you What's your name, number? I might call you but you might be in the state of slumber Sleeping all week Got me feeling so weak with them bedroom eyes Looking kinda sweet, you're my kind of prize Like a claw machine you're full of franchise Never thought i liked emo girls You're one that i customize If you really think this song is about you I reckon we'd fit like a pair of bowling shoes Not at all, not even a little bit Don't talk to me if you don't have the outfit Admit it, i don't really really like you I know someone that likes the mosh pits Don't talk to me if you have a voice like a posh shit You said it (DayEXSO!) You're in my way, get out of MySpace Her layout's ace but i look like a disgrace Sometimes i wish that i would've had more disk space Life goes hard, it's not a game, it's not a race Until it wakes you up and then it smacks you in the face And now you're crying, i'm not even lying I've won you've lost No more motherfuckin' fighting This new life of mine is extremely exciting (Is extremely exciting)

The spirits wanna leave But the spirits never grieve They just never wanna see your heart on your back sleeve They don't wanna see your gal with man called Steve I know what I achieve Let me tell you all about the birds and the bees They're not real, they just come from the sky You're not Pablo Escobar, i wonder why We live for a bit, and then we just die And then we tell you're not a good guy We're just scared to say something in case of black eyes Broke my heart like an old guy's glass eye Lets just hope you don't have children and you multiply What you gonna do now, turn a blind eye? You're as annoying a stupid fuckin' fruit fly Never see you never, this my last goodbye This my last goodbye Tell me bout why you still text me You still think i can get off scot free? I don't ever wanna be on TV Like you and me, we get our spirits from the trees

Yeah we play everyday We don't need the eject One day we'll fade away We don't need the effect We're all castaways From the city of the wreck Yeah what's the point of living if there's no one even left We might castaways but we all okay Wake up one day, and you feel the pain So dull outside so far from Spain Wake up next day gonna hear my name in vain So far from the future, with no champagne No Hong Kong either, no damn chow mein No buses, no cars just the slowest trains And our damn plane for our own domain Feeling kinda burnt stuck in acid rain Now my chest is blue, what happened to my veins, yeah? (What happened to my chain, in my own bane of my existance, god damn?) There's no need to rewind, yeah, our vision is clear Behind closed doors things are just as they appear We are chilling, planning what we gonna do in the future Writing all these lyrics, producing on computers Microsoft Word, hear the birds in the morning Waking up bright and early, weather is adorning Trigger warning, when I'm spitting this heat And the beat so good so you move your feet So you move and you groove and you let it all out With this smooth track, lose track of time, there's no doubt Now I'm bouta' shout What it's all about Me and EXSO bouta' take it down a different route Road to the top (top top) Not 66 Making beats while we smoking on some pixie sticks Cus' we got the passion, tryna' be unique Though we underground, soon you'll see us at our peak Peak of the mountains like the brink of the Alps Cutting close to the bone, grazing past your scalp Feeling so trapped like you're stuck between the clamps And you're swallowing the fire, leave you with them stomach cramps Yeah we play everyday We don't need the eject One day we'll fade away We don't need the effect We're all castaways From the city of the wreck Yeah what's the point of living if there's no one even left Yeah we play everyday We don't need the eject One day we'll fade away We don't need the effect We're all castaways From the city of the wreck Yeah what's the point of living if there's no one even left Feeling like you Feeling like me Sometimes i wish can be a happy family Feeling kinda rude Feeling kinda mean Back the fuck away get the spirits from the trees Feeling like you Feeling like me Sometimes i wish can be a happy family Feeling kinda rude Feeling kinda mean Back the fuck away gather spirits from the trees Feeling like you Feeling like me Sometimes i wish can be a happy family Feeling kinda rude Feeling kinda mean Back the fuck away get the spirits from the trees Feeling like you Feeling like me Sometimes i wish can be a happy family Feeling kinda rude Feeling kinda mean Back the fuck away gather spirits from the trees

You think we are different people but we different friends Clinging back on the past like it'll never end You go back to the past but they'll have some different trends In this turmoil on myself i feel myself descend I don't really want it, I'm tryna just pretend I'm stuck inside a corner, feel my car rear end Save some money for myself, some shit I'll never spend Go tell me how you feel before the world decides to end You think we are different people but we different friends Clinging back on the past like it'll never end You go back to the past but they'll have some different trends In this turmoil on myself i feel myself descend I don't really want it, I'm tryna just pretend I'm stuck inside a corner, feel my car rear end Save some money for myself, some shit I'll never spend Go tell me how you feel before the world decides to end You think we are different people But we just so different now We used to be just real connected Just like bossman's uni-brow I can't really talk about it Sometimes I feel unaffected I can always leave but I feel like that would unexpected Thanks to all these different options We're all just now so disconnected I just really apologize for everybody all affected Because all of all my times I've been living somewhat different lies Never different eyes, in my eyes, I'm demised You think we are different people but we different friends Clinging back on the past like it'll never end You go back to the past but they'll have some different trends In this turmoil on myself i feel myself descend I don't really want it, I'm tryna just pretend I'm stuck inside a corner, feel my car rear end Save some money for myself, some shit I'll never spend Go tell me how you feel before the world decides to end All these broken souls On the broken road I need some new shoes Because I have some broken soles I can see myself, just my own control There's a hack for life, I'm on my own loophole But lately, I've been painting the walls I've haven't been answering calls I can really do this, but just because Don't wake me, i don't need applause I guess I'm Kanye, because I'm so appalled And what's up And i know it's you And i know I'm right Because i know it's you I know you're picking it up So just call me back You think we are different people but we different friends Clinging back on the past like it'll never end You go back to the past but they'll have some different trends In this turmoil on myself i feel myself descend I don't really want it, I'm tryna just pretend I'm stuck inside a corner, feel my car rear end Save some money for myself, some shit I'll never spend Go tell me how you feel before the world decides to end

Tryna make it out, yeah back into city Don't be losing me cus it don't look so pretty Play a simple tune, yeah, play a little ditty Don't be acting rude, stop tryna be so witty Tryna make it out, yeah back into city Don't be losing me cus it don't look so pretty Play a simple tune, yeah, play a little ditty Don't be acting rude, stop tryna be so witty Yeah, let me tell you About the trees It's not my own fault I'm stuck in reality I'm going Home Going back to where I started Where life was cold, everybody's heart was cold-hearted 'Cus you know you wish? well it never charted I would've done better, put it back to where it started (I'm going home) Going back to where my art is See my old friends, back to when I was the smartest Now back to beginnings we underground artists (Yeah we underground artists) That was okay (Underground artists) Oh! (eighty-seven seconds) Oh, oh! Don't you know? (eight-seven seconds) Oh, oh, don't you know (eighty-seven seconds) You're tryna steal my money, and my flow (eight, eight, eight) Back to where I left off, back to where it started But now I'm left off and now I'm brokenhearted Don't mess up my hair, I like to keep it side-parted Stop keeping your sword out leaving it unguarded Yeah, yeah, can't you see I'm tryna make it big in the industry Tryna gain my own wealth, my own infamy You know we ain't stuck with the spirits on the trees We just do our own stuff, yeah, we do it differently Tryna get through my life without using similes Lips look stung, like a bunch of silly bees went haphazard on them You may blame me, not my responsibility Tryna make it out, yeah back into city Don't be losing me cus it don't look so pretty Play a simple tune, yeah, play a little ditty Don't be acting rude, stop tryna be so witty Tryna make it out, yeah back into city Don't be losing me cus it don't look so pretty Play a simple tune, yeah, play a little ditty Don't be acting rude, stop tryna be so witty