Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
[Verse 2]
All my palm lines running, stretching
Cross my palm like blind cross-etching
Palm mummified, chimera filming
Bronze my palm now, all brown palm now
[Verse 3]
Visit some medium, won't come near me
Treats me like a meteor
She scares me
[Verse 4]
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
[Verse 5]
Yo, oi, yo, ooh, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
Yo, oi, yo, ooh, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
[Verse 6]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
[Verse 7]
Every movement after sudden movement, déjà vu abductee
Sucky, sucky, sticky psyche touching so many
Sensory dripping, dripping, dripping
Splashing, spreading, happening already
Now, now, Billy, not really
[Verse 8]
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean, oh, why me
Don't see why I need all these hands, can't stand by these
[Verse 9]
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
[Verse 10]
Amnesia
Yo, oi, yo, ooh, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, raw
Yo, oi, yo, ah, Billy, Billy, not really, yo, oi, yo, amnesia
[Verse 11]
I man tsunami feral, get barreled in other worlds
No hand, dead sea of pearls, buried in frozen jerry curls
I man, Herzog, shooting solitaire
No hand, savoir nova shaka glare, Zulu somnambulist lair
[Verse 12]
Flick of my wrist, ooh, shit, ooh a-woo, shit
Phantom lix, crude lix, I man, island exclusive
Flick of my wrist, ooh, shit, ooh a-woo, shit
Flick of my wrist, ah shit, ah I'm not shit
[Verse 13]
She tune in telly through your shriveled, button-pressed, jaundice yellow
She's your experience, you're her experiment
Her vox limbo, fine print in obese Sharpie, so sorry, falsetto
You're her experiment, she's your experience
Written by: Death Grips
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