[Verse 1]

It's a spring day

I'm lookin' bummy

I'm hella hungry

My boss called an hour ago

He said fuck me

I guess it's okay

Cause I'm feelin' lucky

To be alive, even though I got no money

No honey neither, I'm on my lonely

I must be K-Dot cause they want my dick for free

Throw shade and I'll throw out a four piece

I don't take shit no more, but I'm still screamin' "peace"

The least I could do for y'all is put out my tracks

I feast on wack rappers, if I fall I bounce back

I been down on some lows lately

No one to call baby, got me sayin' love's a fake thing

I'd make a ring out of her beauty but she wouldn't wear it

I'd write a song and sing it to her but she wouldn't care, it's...

Fine, I'm alright I swear

And if I ain't then get up out my lair

It's real talk hours

[Verse 2]

If I could sleep for twenty years then bet the fuck I would

I know I'm sad often, I know that shit ain't real good

They think I can't rap cause I ain't from the hood

We reppin' Spring Hill, like bitch, what's really good

I ride around in a beat up Camaro

Act like it's a foreign whip, I let the day go

My payroll might be weak, but no, not for long

I'll get rich and blow up right here off of this song