If i told you how i feel

Would you know how to deal?

Cause my feelings are for real

Although i would like to make a mill

Cause then i could buy a meal

I’m a poor kid born and raised

I like to star gaze

I like to know my facts

But fuck with me

Hit you with a bat

Fuck with my family

Then you won’t come back

Listening to boom bap

I can’t run a lap cause my capillaries filled with t.h.c

Ima v.i.p

I’m a little creepy

I’m a little sleepy

Yeah, z z z

Oh, yeah, you can’t fuck with me

No

Always sleeping in class

Yeah i’m never gonna pass

Fuck it, i don’t care

What a shitty outcome

Yeah

And i didn’t have fun

No

Now i’m making shitty rap songs

I can’t even rap nah

But i don’t say blah blah

Hope you went ha ha

Now i say ta-da

Then i say ta-da

Cruising in a hotbox

Empty passenger seat

I’m so pro, o.p., elite

My patience with humanity is so petite

I gotta reach the peak

To make the people listen while i speak

The truth

It won’t hurt

It might work

This a cypher

Cause i might die first

Fuck i’m thinking that i might be cursed

Cause my thoughts are so absurd

I give you my word

That i wanna learn

That i wanna earn every award

I wanna thank this cord

Cause when i press record

I let go of my sins

Without judgmental view

And i think it’s fuckin cool