PTPD - Intellectual

Ever since I was a little kid, I wasn't used to change

Had to keep a certain image, feeling trapped inside this cage

Begged my momma fix my teeth as soon as she got paid

Son, I know the world is brutal while she looked me in my face, with the confidence and courage I don't even have today

Either fake it till you make it

Or you might get thrown away

Jotting thoughts down on a page

I'm a product of my age

Kept up studying the the greats

Looking up to motherfuckers who don't even know my name

Ever sincе I started popping there's been kids who jock the flavor

If you are a mini-me

I'll tell you what's embarrassing

Chip is on my shoulder cuz I'm not used to the admiration

When the weather's cold I'll keep on asking for your validation

Girlie be my affirmation

Hate me, saying I'm glad he made it

Keep on saying congratulations

When I least expect it

(Ugh)

Needed it the most when I was lonely, I was desperate

But now it's last minute trips down the highway

We were just some kids, skating the driveway

I'm on to the next one with no time to waste

I don't know what's better, is it time or space?

I need time for space

Put the phone down

I hear them calling

Pack a bowl now

Inhale, I'm coughing

On the low now

Proceed with caution

I don't know how I'm never stopping