[Dessa] (Chorus)
Oh, I can see the writing on the wall
Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done
I gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x)

[Dessa]
It's all profit and loss, it's all risk and return
You get married, divorced, you get hot, you get burned
But the wheels go round, your number comes up
You hope the wood you're knocking on can bring a little luck
From bassinet to casket, goes by in a flash
Gotta keep your belts fastened, everybody crashes
You take a little damage, yeah you spit a little blood
But we'll always manage love, cause everybody does

[Mike Mictlan]
Pshh I ain't …, shit I ain't fuckin around
Spit that champ, huh, what? Mikey cut it down
Like a pound of boiled shrimp, peel and eats, cook it out
Peace to foodhead and super sous chefs
Cause you and your abtronic ain't nothin like Bambaataa
All Zap, no Roger. Bleeding through bandanas, older than Dan Rather
Faker than Danny Tanner, I could make up any answers
Just pack up your back-up dancers
Cause the tanning beds are closed, and the panties are all sanitized
Santa Claus to Santigold, patron saints are pacified
Passed up on the revolution, pass the sweet potato fries
Pack up all the Metamucil, passing that'll take some time
We're in recession, but disease is in remission
I paid admission so pay me or pay me no attention
That's funny, thought Sims said they paid no mind
Another False Hopes, shoulda known that DT would be on fire
(Chorus)
Oh, I can see the writing on the wall
Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done
I gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x)

[Cecil Otter]
So shoveling your shit, the shit man, get gone
Cause your sick songs are sick senses that did wrong
And it's along the way that they cut to your cause you're laid off
Your oar's lost and you're sunk in something that you whored off
It's a sore spot, I'm outta lies and the voices in my head are telling me some sound advice like, Doomtree, it's that king shit with a crown of flies
Climbing up the ladder hand by hand, to mouth, to rhyme

[P.O.S.]
Oh no, P.O. will bust no Pinocchio flows, gotta feel me
Double meaning, no lies or dissing
Rather die than be stereo typed, if your with it, then ride with me
We Doomtree. Ganderin b-back, slanderin the wack, scratch that, no time
Challenging the facts as they're laid out
Until results are satisfactory we on smash
We're hard please, what that means is that we outlast

[Sims]
Better bet, Imma bet it all and jet
No time for regret, if I do it, then I do it like I meant
I'm a giant when I walk up like cement, no sign I ever slept runnin through them cold nights, full sprint till my soul was worn
Till the sunlight's warm on my head
I'm steady pushing limits till I take flight right over the ledge
Like my ancestors said, may you land in heaven before the devil knows you're dead
(Chorus)
Oh, I can see the writing on the wall
Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done
I gave my honest and the fates came callin. (2x)