[Intro]
Yeah
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
Yuh aye yeah aye
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
Yeah yuh aye, 1-7

[Chorus]
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
All the time olive vine
Keep a devil on the side
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
All the time and its fine
See my death a homicide
I be at the wrong place at the wrong timе
All the time inner spinе
Holding metal intertwined
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
Go and die showing fire
Fucking mental on the rise, ayyee

[Verse]
Triple split, in the sticks
With my bitch, psychedelic
Double dip, double death
Ego slip, slit heavy
When I get on, the machete
Let it fix, cut it steady
Yea already, they regretting
I exist
Double the cash, double the hits
Doing the dash, dropping the vis
Static attached, all that I spit
Fuck in the back, fuck it again
Bring her to fate, bring her the k
Cracking a flask, getting evicted
I'm in yo face, what do you say
Forget the facts, forget your kin, aye

[Verse 2]
I been running hits since day, one
Ray gun, ripping every clique that done, say none
Yuh yuh, psychopathic dick I left the veiron, take one
I demanded shit that they ain't made of, aye
I demand it shifted with the breeze
Get the chemicals edible
I been spinning around the trees
Metamorph then decay
I replicate the data keys
From the sky to the ground
I get around when they ain't see (They ain't see shit)
Devil a system
I'm a die sadistic (Cutting my wrists)
Traumatised he witnessed
Now he find it different (Numb I throw fists)
Ill of mind the vice hit
Killing time to spite shit (I don't exist)
You'll be fine don't like it
You'll be fine don't like shit

[Chorus]
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
All the time olive vine
Keep a devil on the side
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
All the time and its fine
Aee my death a homicide
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
All the time inner spine
Hold that metal intertwined
I be at the wrong place at the wrong time
Go and die showing fire
Fucking mental on the rise, yeah

[Verse 3]
I ain't gonna stop, till I'm goated like guts
You over bloated hope it loaded
Cos my coal boutta bust, the fire seek
A prophecy, I'll die when I peak
Divided streets, entitled beasts
Get cut down, to dust
You know, they ain't never gonna see it like me, likely
They ain't never gonna be what I be, highkey
Stacking throats, comatose
All the roads, I expose
Little racks, little rats
Snort em up, drop em low