I'm winter written with the mittens

Not religious, sermon spitting

Vermin killing, swimming deep

Looking for P. Sherman‘s street

I've always been the illest

All the homies chilling in the village

At the Old Rec causing mischief

Kissing bitches

Except for me, goofy with the women think I'm Disney

Down a handle in a night and mix it till I'm dizzy

I'm Drizzy on a beat, but I think I'm better

Maybe that’s just jealousy, these rappers make me bitter

And my throat is always fucked up

I smoke a little too much

Addicted to the nic the kid is on thе hub with all these butts

Juuling so much that I could work at Jared

Sharing all my flair that I been making with thеse errands

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep

Have no dreams, they all run from me

Do my best, it’s not good enough

You may not think the same

But I feel like cellophane

And time is moving so slow

But I can't keep up

We're all footnotes of Plato

Tryna figure out what's wrong with us

And all do is drink coffee

Walking with a pod in the pocket 6 Lines deep

Haunting me

This is where the party is

Lines‘ll give em Parkinson's

Cardi in a cardigan

Shopping for a car again

Joshing when I'm pecking jams

Call her when I’m in a jam

Cover me in cellophane

I've never been relevant

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep

Have no dreams, they all run from me

Do my best, it’s not good enough

You may not think the same

But I feel like cellophane

I haven't been myself

But I love you more than anyone else

I'm just a kid going far, and I’m the offspring

Of the best family of all time, honestly

I never that say that enough, and all my thoughts weak

Dying in my head because they never get out of me

Except for when I'm on the beat, I wanna make a product of me

Leading all my brothers be the bomb al-Gaddafi

Rob me of everything

I don't need it anyways

I just wanna get out my my brain, put me on layaway

Sometimes I go surprise myself

Cause sometimes I try something and they tell me that I do it well

Never think I'm good enough, I work on too much at once

Usually the shit I make I hate but they still love my stuff

Call me Karen, I'm half sea half weed

Speakers blaring all my beats and all my swearing

Apologize for rhymes being blunt all the time

But the music is what gets me high

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep

Have no dreams, they all run from me

Do my best, it’s not good enough

You may not think the same

But I feel like cellophane