Relax - Allan Kingdom, Drelli

I don’t even wanna say it 'less it got truth inside

I don’t even wanna pray unless I see hoop inside

Who survived, who’s alive after chasing the suicide

Pay and get lucified, for the game I get crucified

Do or die, do or die, you won’t fuck with the newer guy

Too easy to deny, fuck it, I got the new supply

Super bazooka from my computer into her thing

I made a future through my computer, no suit and tie

Killing your ego, put the nail in the coffin

You don’t care 'bout the people, you just care 'bout the profits

And I want that for me though, like a pair of garages

And broads that can match with the cars and the process

Applause for every future menage, fuck the losses

And god, I need a beautiful broad from my conscience

Oh lord, I survived, all the hate, 'til applause

When it get real, feeling myself, feeling myself

I been in my bag, feeling your hell

It’s feeling all sad, really inhale

I been in my bag

Lone rangers

Don’t blame us

And lone roamers

I’m cold as stone and

I’m growing on and

Loners

Loners

MIA

I been MIA

Loners