[Verse 1]

Slowly surviving off my momma's Koolaid cup

Wanna do it right and never fuck up

I try so hard, sometimes I suck

I always try to blame it on my bad luck

But I can't do that, energy is bad

Energy is wrong, don't wanna feel sad

I don't try to be depressing

Beats always got me confessing

Crossing the line and watching the time

Waiting for my mission to be completed

I'm depleted of feelings in my head

What am I achieving?

In all the time I spend thinking

I've forgotten things like eating

I'm a mess, big ball of stress

My room's motto has lost its meaning, yeah

I'm glad all my homies got my back

Without the Beauty Crew, i'd be off track

Never forget the things that we did

But to me, Colt's race is winning

I could never do half the things that I do

If i didn't think these words were gonna make it on a website

Oh you think that's weird?

How about I wanna be who your girl falls asleep to at night?

Thinking about my future, thinking about my past

Wondering if maybe these fireworks have blown up a little too fast

I'm going hard, speed racer

Foot on the gas

Little car that's broken, that piece of trash

Hit up Dollar Tree for that PSL

Tryna get where I gotta go, go, go

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[Verse 2]

Sicker than a rulers pen, hot summer skinnies win

I'm in the lotus flower mindset, zinny yin

Zin Zig, buy a tin

Popcorn, scout lick, hyped up

Ritalin would've killed this in it's tracks

Chron, no chron that would've been it

Never hit a lick, but you bet i'd brush it off

Old school beats, made it on a macintosh

This is ADD on some paper, scissors, rock

Listen to the met, make it my clock

Poofy hair, mullet swag, call me Raggle Frock

I'm hyped up rocking, gotta make it pop

Have some manners, please and thank you

If rap was a class, I'm getting tenure

Ten year plus don't rust or bust

Shit, I'm Colt Chronic...