I feel like doing dumb shit

I feel like I wrote a bad lick

I feel like an indie pop bitch

I feel like your local rapsmith hey

Uh, park my car on the lawn

Pull up to the party at the crack of dawn

People on the porch who've been smoking since dusk

I got a new musk

But no one noticed

Oof

Right in the self-made, self-started, selfish

But well guarded self esteem that I carted

To this party from therapy but also Target

Step 1: that's to get the skill

Perfect practice and pop a couple pills

Just to aid the process, I'm obsessed with progrеss

Step 2 is completing my first project

Stеp 3 is getting humbled by it's failure on release

Step 4 is moving on and getting Better can't believe

I feel like doing dumb shit

I feel like I wrote a bad lick

I feel like an indie pop bitch

I feel like your local rapsmith hey

Ugh wish I could explain myself

Got my hand in a ziploc bag and I look like a f--

Wait, that ain't right

I went to hard and wound up saying something

I don't like, ay

Lost in the sauce

Eyes like mauve feeling like Rick Ross

Except not a rapist so don't cut me off

Only kind of whack, wear my jacket and a pair of raws

Hoping that they fade in right

Hoping that I make it right

Hope to quit my day shift, right?

Hope to get you saying

I feel like doing dumb shit

I feel like I wrote a bad lick

I feel like an indie pop bitch

I feel like your local rapsmith hey