[Part I]

(Chorus)

Cannot talk with the writers block

Crowd very loud with the death stomp

The grotesque rest on the desktop

You gotta share the care I’m close it with an airlock

(Verse 1)

I’m sitting down trynna think of lyrics

Doesn’t help when my ego becomes my appearance

Yes I do have a dearest but

I don’t ever think I’ll ever be fearless

Tried to get two albums done, but both of them failed

When I try to write stuff about my life it’s just goes down hard, like some hail

Never try to be unnoticed

But people never notice

I’ve been doing this rap thing for almost 2 years I’m no novice

Imma make your fans disappear, hocus pocus

My drip cools down my fire

Hollister is my only attire

I can’t think straight not cuz I’m too tired

I’m killing this beat, Micheal Myers

I’m more fly than Peter Pan

Girls hit me on the lan, um mam get off my land

Wrist gold like a tan

I came, the ran

It’s sad I’m my own Stan

I wanna be versatile

I wanna be searchable

These girls clowns but they ain’t in the carnival

You try to shoot your shot but you don’t have no arsenal

If you want smoke better take it to the west

Too heavy on the beat like it’s an arrest

These girls gross like incest

No need to invest

All the money I manifest

Feel like Jason Voorheese with the bloodlust

So many friends

So little trust

My brain would like to combust

It’ll never adjust

To the star dust

Lots of girl like turtles they must be earthy

These girls tell more jokes than Eddie Murphy

(Chorus)

Cannot talk with the writers block

Crowd very loud with the death stomp

The grotesque rest on the desktop

You gotta share the care I’m close it with an airlock

Cannot talk with the writers block

Crowd very loud with the death stomp

The grotesque rest on the desktop

You gotta share the care I’m close it with an airlock

[Part II]

(Chorus 2)

All these girls trying to use me to fool me

The old you is the new me

I got good bars no one wants to agree

This isn’t a project this whole album is a murder spree

(Verse 2)

Always trying to focus, yes it’s not that easy

I wanna rap about my problems but it’ll sound cheesy

Sitting on the edge of my life thinking what went wrong

With this song oh so long

I’m more fly than Armstrong

I’m unknown, I’m a phenomenon

I’m never stopping like a foreclosure

What happens when we get older

Lucky to be with her no 4 leaf clover

Tried to shoot your shot you are miss holding the gun holster

Living life on the edge

Looking straight at the mirror

Cut me out of my life like a hedge

My own thoughts aren’t getting any clearer

My life is a movie but it’s not cinematic

My thoughts are too empty like an attic

I got no way to think I got no tactics

Wanna rap my mind but can’t stay clear of the demographic

Like the world controls me

The law they always folding

I’m trying to shape my future but I’m not good at molding

Hit the pins up like some reverse bowling

Not good at math but I still get in your factor

I got a hole in my heart, I’m dark so I don’t matter

Laughing pass the emptiness with banter

Im mixed up like Bruce banner

Can’t think but I talk a lot

There is a price for pain but it’s something I never bought

(Chorus)

But all these girls trying to use me to fool me

The old you is the new me

I got good bars no one wants to agree

This isn’t a project this whole album is a murder spree