I've been exhausted like I have no other options

Dead tired like a coffin in a car bed

Spent a lot of time struggling between seeing the truth and being honest

I can't be the Adonis for every Madonna

The product isn't worth what we're charging

At a certain point it's common sense

"Do we have problem?"

I Don't think so I'm the startled one

You wear the pants

I wear the ones I sharted in

I'm that tree in the forest no one heard falling

I try my hardest to write bars bars and spit

That's r worded-ed

I swear I only love my songs when my claws are in

Fuck what I create from anxiety to target it

The bees are dying those pollinating sponsorships

I listen and see the garbage on my varnishes

I'm out of breath with a cart at the supermarket

Buying chips and dips to get a party started

Arm for arm polished

But out of touch like your palm is ripped

The world needs more parties without sausages or white apologists

I think I'm classy, more like Olive Garden garlic sticks

Privileged yet tolerant

I'd go missing on an almond milk carton

Whether I fade to black or gotta go my mom's calling

I'm all in till I'm face palming

I'm all in till I'm face palming