[Intro]

PSEUDO-OPTIMISM

[Verse 1]

Yuh

This is my album I do what I want

Fuck all you bitches you think that you matter

But you don't, and you never will

How you feel?

(How you feel?)

(How I feel?)

(How I feel?)

(Bitch I'm chill)

[Verse 2]

Bitch it's real

This album, it's real, you broke

You can't even buy a meal, chill

Suckin' on my dick you better move away

Bitch you lame, got no fame, got no aim

In this shit, you're to blame

(Uhuh, Uhuh, Uhuh, Uh)

[Verse 3]

But again

How would you feel if I break the seal?

How you feelin'?

Suckin' my dick for some money

I think that shit is so funny, (ha-)

Hahaha, so funny, scummy

You, takin' it in the back, you a dummy

I look at your fit and I think that it's bummy

Yuh

But I ain't done

You a copy, a kid, like one of my sons

[Outro]

I forgot what I said, check POINT 1

I'm eating her like a snack, and she's yummy

I'm lookin outside, and I see that it's sunny

Yuh, you ain't got no money

But I don't care, (Yeah, Yeah)

I ain't done, (Yeah, Yeah)

Don't go nowhere (Uh, Uh)

Bitch get in my tru-