[Intro, Bratchild]

Mic check

Muffled talking

[Verse 1, Bratchild]

Very pale

Why on this earth any way

Trying to get out waiting on bail

Can't accept my own regrets

So i pop these pills

Till i die slow

Fucked up since the dinosaurs

My eyes they roll

Like death you don't sign no contract for

I can't kick back i'm not in control

I switch them flows my bitch switch lick my balls

Souls mad in debt like a visa card

Be in a casino in Monte Carlo

Ill be home tomorrow

But for now morocco

[Verse 2, Bratchild]

Go into the met and make master beats

First one i chum out is a masterpiece

This mental state a disaster to me

Wake up early hit the bong then i masturbate

All this attention i'm trynna find

I be looking like a clown

Starting to feel droozy

From the percys make me snoozing

Trynna get fucked up

Sip on the vodka on some xans like fuck

You ask reasons why i do this shit i'm in love

One day i'm a rise on that cross

I once ran a block and i ran rock socks

Rich boy always on a very poor block

Now i gotta try make some money for my fellas

I be destined for this shit since the year was 99

All this green never imagined id ever have

Used to be happy for a gram and a half

Now i'm a prick

Superficial as shit

I pour up the lean

Right out of the sink yeah

[Verse 3, Bratchild]

I'm just trynna be real

Got so many feelings

Running for some more to steal

Going to a trap house trynna get killed

I'm on that vicodin so im trynna get a steal like

Who ever knew id rap behind all these mics

Imma tell you all about this cold life

All i really need some preme

And some fucking dollar bills

And all my homies in their feels

My homies struggling just to get a meal

[Outro, Bratchild]

And that's me

That's who i be

Very pale, very very pale, and i don't make music