Big House - Death Grips

La creepin under my skin

La creepin under my skin

La creepin under my skin

La creepin under my skin

La creepin under my skin

One way ticket to big island

Cut off eyelid still I can’t see

Try to realize before dead weight

Bout out of time speed checkmate

Internal fall out can’t escape

Jungle call fuck back indoors

Nothing round here I must see more

So harsh in here think I’ve gone mad

Can’t tell if I went too far

Lost my phone man shits all bad

No landline no mac no car

No map show where skullfuck I am

Alone can’t cut off both my hands

I’m in the fuckin big house