[Verse 1] In the car sunglass on wayfaring Windows down got the shitty sound system blaring Down the street both feet yeah Im pedal pairing Stick shift, sick whip got the ladies staring Im running errands, and scaring parents Blasting songs with bad words got the mothers glaring Fitted wearing, Im done caring Got your girl licking my pole like shes double daring What ever happened to the days where we aint have to do shit? We could just get into our cars and then just go out cruising Those were the days that Im afraid that Im forever losing You know this life it chooses us we dont ever choose it When I hop onto a beat you know that I abuse it But Im really a gentle giant, like I Terry Crews it I try to put out shit to get the people grooving But Im taking a minute for myself, please excuse it This rap shit is a game that we all want to play Some of us dont make the squad some of us are here to stay Some of us are brand new and we just gotta pray Somebody notices and calls cause they think that were great Maybe I got here too late, maybe I jumped in too fast Maybe Im way too cocky tryna put these haters on blast I dont even have haters, gotta earn that shit If they aint heard that shit, how they gonna spurn that shit? But if they challenge me, best believe I burn that shit I murk that shit, I eat, sleep, and turd that shit And turn that shit, to something thats enjoyable Even if this shit dont make me any more employable My mom would be like Oh, ok Josh, thats adorable But this is why your educations that much less affordable This instead of homework makes it that much more deplorable And listen to the words you say that language is just horrible Is this really what you want to do? I dont think so You wont make hardly any money please you need to think, son These choices that youre making pushing me straight to the brink, son And I better not find out youve ever smoked or had a drink son. Im sorry mom, I have, and I aint died yet Its a surprise, yes, but honestly my brain hasnt been fried yet I havent gone completely straight out of my mind yet... Or maybe I have I used to just laugh it off I had a good sense of humor But now this shit grows inside me like my heart got a tumor I took apart the computer that is my mind If you take a look inside think you might find I wonder [Hook] Does my father think I am or ever will be good enough? Watch his father die of cancer as I take another puff At the end of the day, we all just want to feel loved But in this world of hate and judgement finding its pretty tough [Verse 2] Carnegie Mellon graduate How do I follow after it? When my work ethics been far less than immaculate They tell me it takes practicing but that dont seem accurate I see the happy people and with them I see the passion in Music computers fashion Even Dick Dastardly had the drive, the desire within him to be the man to win it This race is wacky isnt it? I aint antagonistic but sometimes I cross the line even before I pass the finish And the old me, what happened with him? Cause whenever I get home I always try to get red plastic sipping Until Im plastered dripping vomit, get the comet, clean the carpet, feels cathartic, get me water in a glass in the kitchen And now that I have your attention I have to mention the truth in the booth and really everything that Im spitting I know that I dont have the women And yes I realize that I really aint that fly like Im bad at Quidditch I like my hats fitted, cause sometimes I feel like its the only way that I fit in Thats just the facts of living I know I act indifferent, then when I rap Im pissing Everything thats heavy broke the levy with this damn decision This tumor that I mentioned, I know I have to fix it Just listen to this and you can tell its getting mad malignant I aint mad indignant, its just Im tryna fly but before I do I gotta check my baggage in but [Hook]
shit, tumor, maybe, fitted, employable