[Chorus]

These are the only-child blues

The only-child blues

The only-child who? Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]

Back once again—hello, it's yo' favorite mellow schizo

The pavement on this yellow brick road fuckin' up my mental

My mood just like the tempo

Heartbeat, that instrumental

I never lack potential, every track is essential

Every project is special, abundant and fundamental

Give a fuck about hundreds as long as it's for my mental

With wisdom from what I've been through

Knowledge that some can't get to

Understanding that college is only out for a nickel

We could all be so simple, tune it to the metronome

This how I used to feel back on the metro home

Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn't last

Just a stepping stone I gotta pass, another story for the lap

But fuck it, give him glory when he crash

He gettin' revved up, heads up and he's coming fast

He paved the lane before the cash

They tryna swerve me out of that

But I don't just got speed, nigga, I handle my ass

Pedal to the gas, life is but a getaway dash

My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad

I'm drawin' weapons with the raps

You shoot, I shoot back—no questions asked

Raise your hands for the realest cat alive

(Cat alive, cat alive, cat alive, cat alive...)

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ + crowd-goer]

(That's that boy, right there—that's Joey Bad'!)

The only-child blues (Joey 'for the money, man—yo, Joey, man!)

The only-child who? Yo (Yo, Joey!)

[Verse 2]

And I remember sittin' in my room all alone

Staring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone

Mama was never home

Woke up one morning; Papa was gone

Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs

And of course I sold my mind to music

Writing everything I thought

Started openin' my mind, then I send it abroad

They don't know what my ascending has caused

My third eye been blinking since

Irv Gotti been inking murderous thoughts

At least that's how Irv gotta be thinking

If I'm takin' a loss and I'm better next week

And I'm never weaker

Never sinking on the fucking deep end

Any shit I missed I prolly peeped it

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ + Joey's mother]

(Like, you know, it's fast living)

These are the only-child blues (It's not necessarily living)

The only-child who?

(You can also speak on the facts that, hey, you're a teenager)

The only-child blues

(How me and you, we go back and forth with it all the time)

(Like, you know) What, the only-child blues

These are the only-child who?

The only-child blues

[Bridge]

Yo, only-child blues—O-C-B, O-C-B

"Jo-Vaughn, clean your room"—O.C.D., O.C.D

I used to wanna be like ODB, ODB

Now, I'm a rap star—O-M-G, O-M-G

Only child-blues—O-C-B, O-C-B

"Yo, Jo-Vaughn clean your room"—O.C.D., O.C.D

I used to wanna be like ODB, ODB

Now, I'm a rap star—O-M-G, O-M-G, what?

[Outro: Joey's mother]

Everything is perception

Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that you are

So like for instance, you might say "I'm cool; I don't wear jewelry, I don't this, I don't that"

You don't have to