Footed up the road

For something to see

Rooted in my head

Hope this doesn't go bad

I just told you

But nothing received

Not ruining my plans

I'm doing what I said so

You can leave well enough alone

Or be hell compelled or thrown

Elephant is in the room

I don't need to be relevant to you

I'm settling and making due

Hating you

I don't need bucks or mustached face

I'll keep saving these tapes

Until I scrape up the fame

To tell the stories I wanna tell

Try to sell me products you dumb ass hell

I don't need your Prada or fendi belt

I'll spend days with myself

I'll tend to my garden of self worth wealth

I'm selfish that's just as well

I'll cherish every moment spent out my shell

You better relish if you get a fucking hit off my L bitch

But let me scratch the itch for a minute

Let me talk my shit

Or keep walking

Why you gotta be top notch and awesome

Before you can even hold a mic at a concert

Everybody wanna be sponsored

And yet nobody wanna be censored

Nobody wanna be measured as less

But putting forth no effort

Everybody want the boss position

With no inhibitions

No pressure

Every body look on

Cause I don't have a little lecture

This is just a refresher

You ain't fresh sir

And I ain't either

I'm just Peter

A corny music vendor

Give you more of me

Than you probably would prefer

I've abnormally

Got more reason to jest

Than the rest of you

Desktop pressed

Incels

Till I'm in hell

I'm cool to me

I'm sure you can tell

I'd rather be a fool

Than to have my ten toes down