Don't come out of your shell
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
This week I was feeling sublime
I'm sinking in sand now my temper is cooking
Next thing the batteries died
While falling behind I can not get my footing
Slam on the brakes don't push it
Face starts feeling so mushy
Head gets twist and my neck goes crack
Are you new to this shit you rookie?
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
Get on my knees and I pray
Pray this disease goes away
Nine millimeter I love when we dance
The heater convince me to stay
Pistol like Peter I'm pissed off like PETA
I'm loving this feeling of pain
And I ain't coming back
Til I'm under the grass
I'm sicker than sick so I f*ck in a mask
My homies they love me they stuck with me
Homeland security can't f*ck with me
They lie to my people like Huckabee
I know that they dream about killing me
Man this shit hurts
I manifest curse
You got to get good
Or you're gonna get purged
It's the state not the people that snatching your purse
Right my wrongs from another life
Gain my wings in the next
Pushing back to the other side
Just know that person's dead
Feathers just fell off, feed me some Kellogg's
I need some sugar pronto
Making my way downtown think I left my pride in my white Ford Bronco
Don't come out of your shell
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
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Don't come out of your shell
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
This week I was feeling sublime
I'm sinking in sand now my temper is cooking
Next thing the batteries died
While falling behind I can not get my footing
Slam on the brakes don't push it
Face starts feeling so mushy
Head gets twist and my neck goes crack
Are you new to this shit you rookie?
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
Get on my knees and I pray
Pray this disease goes away
Nine millimeter I love when we dance
The heater convince me to stay
Pistol like Peter I'm pissed off like PETA
I'm loving this feeling of pain
And I ain't coming back
Til I'm under the grass
I'm sicker than sick so I f*ck in a mask
My homies they love me they stuck with me
Homeland security can't f*ck with me
They lie to my people like Huckabee
I know that they dream about killing me
Man this shit hurts
I manifest curse
You got to get good
Or you're gonna get purged
It's the state not the people that snatching your purse
Right my wrongs from another life
Gain my wings in the next
Pushing back to the other side
Just know that person's dead
Feathers just fell off, feed me some Kellogg's
I need some sugar pronto
Making my way downtown think I left my pride in my white Ford Bronco
Don't come out of your shell
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
This week I was feeling sublime
I'm sinking in sand now my temper is cooking
Next thing the batteries died
While falling behind I can not get my footing
Slam on the brakes don't push it
Face starts feeling so mushy
Head gets twist and my neck goes crack
Are you new to this shit you rookie?
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
Get on my knees and I pray
Pray this disease goes away
Nine millimeter I love when we dance
The heater convince me to stay
Pistol like Peter I'm pissed off like PETA
I'm loving this feeling of pain
And I ain't coming back
Til I'm under the grass
I'm sicker than sick so I f*ck in a mask
My homies they love me they stuck with me
Homeland security can't f*ck with me
They lie to my people like Huckabee
I know that they dream about killing me
Man this shit hurts
I manifest curse
You got to get good
Or you're gonna get purged
It's the state not the people that snatching your purse
Right my wrongs from another life
Gain my wings in the next
Pushing back to the other side
Just know that person's dead
Feathers just fell off, feed me some Kellogg's
I need some sugar pronto
Making my way downtown think I left my pride in my white Ford Bronco
Don't come out of your shell
Take your carton of eggs
And put them all in one basket
Never ask for help
Walk around with no legs
It was all a distraction
I just want some
I just want some
I just want some action
Mercury is calling
So don't pick up the phone
Writer: Austin Eglund, Eric Kron, Samuel Haro
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid