Subtle backdrop for the summer

Ride around town like I ain’t got nothing to do nothing to prove no I can’t lie to her do not cause no try

When I speak to myself I really get inspired you only do it for the clout you ain’t getting tired

Are they fucking with me no not at all

And it’s not a bad drink if I can’t taste the alcohol

I lost track of all my life‘s meaning

Why live life when I can just stream it

Why think twice when I can just leave it

I don’t want to sell my soul but I’m feigning

So close I can almost taste it my time is money with the way I waste it and I fall short Kevin Hart tripping

And I know you lying so quit fucking with me

I play dumb a professional sport but no baseball bat just a proper retort

And undiagnosed bipolar disorder

My brain two face and my mind is a quarter past

Way too late to get your shit together

That wasn’t really smart but I guess it was clever

My self-esteem just jump out the window

Going back-and-forth got my body in limbo

Can’t see straight rainbows on my iris I feel like shit but that’s because I’m not a high yet

Told him don’t not get to try it

It’s outta my control like auto pilot

I don’t want you like awkward silence speak your mind and make them silent

Insecure you make me hide it

I woke up and I chose violence

Everything feels artificial

I’m waiting for the earthquake or a fucking missile

I can’t really say I miss you

You fly with the pigs now boy that’s official

Everything clear now it’s crystal

You can leave now I dismiss ya

Tryna preach self love when i still i hate myself

It’s okay to lose your mind just raise your wealth

I’ve got no pride that’s personal issue

I’ve lost my mind baby it’s official

Give no fucks, celibate for the season

Make this shit for no rhyme or reason

It's so close i can almost taste it

My time is money with the way i waste it

And i fall short but i and tripping

And i know you lying so quit fucking with me, bitch

SAJOR