Tick tock

A time bomb

My god

Welcome on to my yatch

Right here you'll see everything you want

My heart locked for reasons I won't ever open up

Welcome on to album one

Man we gon' have some fun

Yeah we gon' have some fun

Now I dont know what you seen

But I ain't what you really think

No I ain't what you really think

I must be a bad doc- I'm losing patience

They think ima damn God- then get to prayin

I ain't what you really thought- spit fumigation

Toxins takin care of themself

Dropping songs back to back I ain't aware of myself

I got people in my dms say they care what I felt

Middlе finger linger keep that uh sympathetic shit to yo sеlf

I dont give a fuck about you or the shit that you tell

Why you actin crazy boy you really not

Yeah you really not

Say that you better than me that's a silly thought

You get milli rocked

I'm on Meek Mill shit you get Phili rocked

I ain't rappin with no rapper that can only repeat

And now a days that's exactly like the rap I see

I dont fuck with immaturity I stay away from it like its HIV

Nose Bloody

Nobodies coming

So bloody

Drugs fucked me

Too insisted on bein an ass

To afraid of becoming my dad

And I apologize to anyone I pushed away

I'm afraid to spread my pain

I keep thinkin if I bury it-it goes away

See I'm just stuck in a loop

Bury all my problems down and then I smile in group

Depression comin for me fast and I'm trying to juke