u wont hear this anyway

Aye, I'm very worn out

Its the best time you know?

To do things like this

Writing this about you, writing this about you, oh yeah

Know the way you move, baby I'm pissed, I've got a list

Of all the famous girls that I'm gon' holla at when I get rich

Girl I'm a dog, but we're young and we're sick

If you got a dating app on you

Then you ain't no better than me when it comes to this sh1t

Both tryna figure things out getting lit

Still I just trick cause you fine and you thick

I'm all for this topic. I'm all for the chips

And showings my motive, I've always been sad

And I've always exposed it, I've always felt lonely

And everyone knows it, I've been had anxiety

Still can't control it, been makin' money, but gotta be smarter

Here getting older, the critics get harsher

The weed gets rolled up, I light then I spark it

That dude he go hard, but my sh1t go the hardest

Here for a long, long time and I ain't gonna quit sh1t yet

Get in that long, long line, if you really gon' show up as a threat

I've been taking care of me, going to therapy

Been self-aware, I've been looking for clarity

Know that these fcukboys be dissin' me terribly

But I can't trip on them boys, they ain't scare me

Got a crib by myself, I've been lonesome

I think people 'round me think that I'm on one

I'm just seeing things from a new view

Being secluded protecting my mood

Riding alone, I got shot on my dome

I got dudes tryna hurt me cause all of them broke

They hate to see me do well and put on

They told me, I'm lost can't knock me out of my zone

Ain't rolled by my mom in a minute, I fear

And that would be sh1t that y'all don't want to hear

Like that sh1t don't slap homie, that sh1t too deep

But I'm like, " Fcuk it, if you can't accept me for me"

I'm dolo, I would call you up

But I just seen a photo of both of y'all happy

And then it all clicked

It's been like 8 or 9 months since we talked

And it's been about 8 or 9 months I've been workin'

I been on my sh1t and I get sick

Real life hit me like a mother fcukin' brick

More money more problems, I mother fcuking wish

I'm thinking 'bout mama, is she disappointed?

I want to say more but I try to avoid it

Cause sometimes I feel like I'm fcukin' annoying

I'm newly immense, don't feel like a boy

And I just want to tell you I'm tryna progress

Life hit us both, but I wish you the best

If I see you when I travel out west

I hope you hold onto that promise we kept