Finish Line Lyrics

Y'all worship socks, but never did the laundry,

Living in filth, stale air like a zombie,

Couch kings, no ambition, just stagnation,

Life passing by, stuck in hibernation

Y'all got no bars, no rhythm in your flow,

Smellin' like you marinate in mildew, lettin' that funk grow,

Couch potatoes, think you're kings and queens,

Reality-check, y'all livin' in memes.

Lowlifes in a sock shrine, lost in stinkin' time,

Boring and grime-covered, committed no climb,

Got no goals, no hustle, just can't stand the grind,

Life's finish line'll find ya at the back of the line.

Socks on feet, socks on hands, socks everywhere,

But can't find a moment to wash yo' greasy hair,

Brag about not tryna fit norms, y'all rebels,

But drowning in your own sloth, rock bottom levels.

Worship dirty laundry, bowing to the pile,

No hygiene, no dreams, y'all lifestyle's vile,

Rot in your funk, this existence so bland,

Living less lives than the dirt on your hands.

Lowlifes in a sock shrine, lost in stinkin' time,

Boring and grime-covered, committed no climb,

Got no goals, no hustle, just can't stand the grind,

Life's finish line'll find ya at the back of the line.