Thy Mission

[Wyatt] Scum shit, dumb shit Drum stick, vanilla Expiration date I can give you salmonella Truth is I'm lucky I made it off a fluke like a junkie Soil is so murky Future is a haze, I am foggy I'm a stupid prick talking to myself On the way home, I don’t need your help Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go [Mac Demarco] I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you twenty Don’t know what’s in these bags I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you thirty Don’t know what’s in these bags [Wyatt] Scum shit, dumb shit Drum stick, vanilla Expiration date I can give you salmonella Truth is I'm lucky I made it off a fluke like a junkie Soil is so murky Future is a haze, I am foggy I'm a stupid prick, talking to myself On the way home, I don’t need your help Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go [Mac Demarco] I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you twenty Don’t know what’s in these bags I can pay you twenty I called so many times I can pay you thirty Don’t know what’s in these bags [Wyatt] Scum shit, dumb shit Drum stick, vanilla Expiration date I can give you salmonella Truth is I'm lucky I made it off a fluke like a junkie I'm a stupid prick, talking to myself On the way home, I don’t need your help Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go