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