I’m not underdressed, you’re overdressed Spend my days with chauvinists In studios, conference rooms think they’re smooth, but no finesse My mom dealing with Oakland stress The world like cold as shit Missed the boat on the perks I’m supposed to get Mai tais on a white beach, coconuts bitch Like so depressed Sprite and some jamo to cope with it Rationalize the lies and the hurt, that it’s all worth it, sure hope it is Ahhhh my mind going next, sucker punch solar plex Think that you got the world figured out, right? Wait til you’re older kid Gotta focus in on what we’re choking on Soak it in, coke and rum, bank account overdrawn Got hand me downs but honey no Vuitton And every time I try to see the bright side, shit gets dark Just like babies killing babies girls assaulted in some park Same routine, nothing new America, make a buck or two Common people like prostitutes They fucked us all cause they wanted to So while my neighbor’s buying diapers at the sav on Can’t help but wish that life was like a Drake song
Irrelevance my nemesis, creeping up like an embolus Seeping into my sentiments, impetus for my pensiveness Best estimate, straight blacked out for the rest of it Face pumped straight full of Restalyne every bitch in the room just Hester Prynne That’s the impression that I get Buy this car to drive to work and work until you’re fucking dead Nervous wreck but I’m but I’m trying to ball Catch me counting all day like a clock on the wall List of things I’d like to change, waking up’s like frightening College guys try to spike your drink, they wanna fuck a chick like Tyra Banks Feel my soul just siphoning, make a girl wanna hibernate Days alone that type of thing, gotta get better, what I’d like to think Shine my shoes, ain’t got the time New excuse, ain’t thought of mine Missed the bus I’m pissed as fuck need fifty bucks got lots to find Bums grubbing down Mickey D’s on 51st You got a sad tale, buddy somebody got 50 worse
Choking on a broken sentence Bike spokes with a blown suspension Living in a world full of cokeheads, butchering jokes, wanting all your attention Gotta pay my rent check, gonna keep repenting Over and back and below and around again baby how I’m bending Strange men wanna know my name, sweet girls oughta play their part New day but it’s all the same, what a motherfucking basic art If the heat don’t make me drop, you better bet something will Just a chip off a broken block Got a pack of Kools and a buzz to killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
