BACKSTAGE

I-I-I-I'm working on dying
BNYX

If she wants it now, I’m ready to go all in (all in)
She’s dying to hook up backstage (backstage)
Red light, this ain't no test (test)
On all fours, call me your master (master)
You want the proof, I’m the thesis (uh-huh)
The problem is she’s way too sexy (yeah, uh-huh)
She’s got a really sexy vibe (yeah)
On all fours, call me your master (master)
I’m not the cure, I’m the plague (plague)

Plague, my girl’s got style
Man, a hundred grand in boredom (boredom), I never live in boredom (boredom)
Weed is my remedy (uh), I’m higher than a building (uh)
If it goes south, it’s bad news (yeah), she wants to hear my ego (uh-huh)

She wants to hear my verse (uh), she wants to hear me vent about our sex (sex)
Smoke like morphine, she calms me down
Drugs in the bag, this is some real trap (pew-pew)
Carrying the weight, this is some real trap

Making dreams come true, sleepless nights (sleepless)
To get where I am, you gotta be insane
Fixing the engine, crashed the Porsche, left her on the side
That traitor’s gonna be a saint’s offering (bang-bang)

I’m not the cure, I’m the plague (the plague)
Shut up and pay what you owe me
I’m in the shadows, and the eyes are on me (on me)

If she wants it now, I’m ready to go all in (all in)
She’s dying to hook up backstage (backstage)
Red light, this ain't no test (test)
On all fours, call me your master (master)
You want the proof, I’m the thesis (uh-huh)
The problem is she’s way too sexy (uh-huh)
She’s got a really sexy vibe
On all fours, call me your master (master)
I’m not the cure, I’m the plague (yeah), (plague, plague, plague)
I’m not the cure, I’m the plague (yeah), (plague, plague, plague)