[Verse 1]:

People always ask if I miss you

A common thing now for me to cut faces out of pictures

Maybe I’m brave

Maybe Its a lack of looking inward

We both know things change

And I hope its for the better

Why are people so fake, obsessive and ranking?

Can we make nothing cuz we cut from the same things?

And I don’t know what to do now

I spent too much time looking down

Then I figured out

You know my momma set a time bomb?

Tick, tick, tick

It’s about time I became something

Young John Keats, I got some words and I’m ill bruh

And all you gotta do is sit back and listen

I got a lot to prove and nothing to lose too

I spit truths in a lyrical kung fu

Serving that soul food

Turn your girl to fondue

Who are you?

[Verse 2]:

Every single day of the month

It seems like I gotta mess with these fake kinda fucks

Silicon smiles, trust fund child, who’s the who and the what

Find me biting my lip till I make it bleed and it bust

But maybe one day I’ll let it all slip out

Maybe on a verse less subliminal

You can read the words let me spell it out

Y’all should quit making records now

Y’all some phony ass, wack shit, bummy ass, suburban white bread, punk ass kids

My old man went and beat my ass my whole God damn life and I’m glad he did cuz

When I see your shit on Instagram all I do it sit with my face in hand

You can’t even comprehend how your whole damn like is so embarrassing

[Verse 3]:

Cutting faces out of pictures, I ain’t living for the past, that’s that

I ain’t stopping for a minute

I’mma leave you in my tracks

So fresh, so clean, so blessed

How he make a stunt so effortless?

I’m on the move and I never pant

Know this all a part of the plan

(ya, ya)

(ya, ya)