Fold ‘em

And I’m folding you
Like cash in an urn
I'm drowning you
You'll thrash but you'll turn

Fold 'em

And I'm letting go
As drips down a well
And if you don't know-
I'll bend as I swell

Got a fear of the night
Dead souls in a fog
So I'm fucked and I'm lost
So I'll fold 'em

Fold ‘em
Fold ‘em

What if the skies are closing?
What if we've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?
What if the skies are closing?
What if we've come too far?
What if the caps are melting?
Are we folding?

People are dying
Mommas are crying
Look in the eyes of a lion and tell me he’s lying
He’s trying his best
But a savage a savage
No folding in
To the lies of holy men
I live for sin, I’ve folded in
I live for sin, so pour the gin
Bitch!
Money’s the motive, I’m focused
In a Ford Focus on that Lotus
'Til I crash, ain’t no point no more
I fold
I fold
I fold ‘em
My life’s a joke
Hocus Pocus

So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
So what, can we call this art?
So what if the skies are closing?
So what if I go too far?
So what if the caps are melting?
Just fold 'em

Fold ‘em, don't deny it
Motherfuckers act up, like they ain't tried it