I’m not underdressed, you’re overdressed

Spend my days with chauvinists

In studios, conference rooms think they’re smooth, but no finesse

My mom dealing with Oakland stress

The world like cold as shit

Missed the boat on the perks I’m supposed to get

Mai tais on a white beach, coconuts bitch

Like so depressed

Sprite and some jamo to cope with it

Rationalize the lies and the hurt, that it’s all worth it, sure hope it is

Ahhhh my mind going next, sucker punch solar plex

Think that you got the world figured out, right? Wait til you’re older kid

Gotta focus in on what we’re choking on

Soak it in, coke and rum, bank account overdrawn

Got hand me downs but honey no Vuitton

And every time I try to see the bright side, shit gets dark

Just like babies killing babies girls assaulted in some park

Same routine, nothing new

America, make a buck or two

Common people like prostitutes

They fucked us all cause they wanted to

So while my neighbor’s buying diapers at the Sav-On

Can’t help but wish that life was just a little like a Drake song

Irrelevance my nemesis, creeping up like an embolus

Seeping into my sentiments, impetus for my pensiveness

Best estimate, straight blacked out for the rest of it

Face pumped straight full of Restalyne every bitch in the room just Hester Prynne

That’s the impression that I get

Buy this car to drive to work and work until you’re fucking dead

Nervous wreck but I’m but I’m trying to ball

Catch me counting all day like a clock on the wall

List of things I’d like to change, waking up’s like frightening

College guys try to spike your drink, they wanna fuck a chick like Tyra Banks

Feel my soul just siphoning, make a girl wanna hibernate

Days alone that type of thing, gotta get better, what I’d like to think

Shine my shoes, ain’t got the time

New excuse, ain’t thought of mine

Missed the bus I’m pissed as fuck need fifty bucks got lots to find

Bums grubbing down Mickey D’s on 51st

You got a sad tale, buddy somebody got 50 worse

Choking on a broken sentence

Bike spokes with a blown suspension

Living in a world full of cokeheads, butchering jokes, wanting all your attention

Gotta pay my rent check, gonna keep repenting

Over and back and below and around again baby how I’m bending

Strange men wanna know my name, sweet girls oughta play their part

New day but it’s all the same, what a motherfucking basic art

If the heat don’t make me drop, you better bet something will

Just a chip off a broken block

Got a pack of Kools and a buzz to kill