Blood on the Floor

A lot of shit on my mind

There’s a lot of shit going on

A lot of shit I wanna write

Why they gotta do us wrong?

A lot of shit I wanna write

I wish I could fit it all in a song

A lot of shit on my mind

I can’t get no satisfaction

So I’m out here on a stump

I don’t know how to stop

I just keep on going

Life in my bag so there’s blood on the floor

But I don’t know how to stop

I Just keep on going

I used to wanna be like Henry

Teach said I need a plan B

If I think about a plan B

How will I ever know what I can be?

Back then I had a thing for Catherine

and I had a thing for Candice

She was a Jehovah’s Witness

And a witness to the madting

Got nicked she was singing like Brandy

Needed a note so I hit her like Blackstreet

Now I hit flows you can’t do it like that, G

Actually dripping my jeans like Acne

Still tryna find my feet like Bambi

I kick back with a glass of Brandy

Got a lot of shit on my mind

In time I’ll make it all fine and dandy

A lot of shit on my mind

There’s a lot of shit going on

A lot of shit I wanna write

Why they gotta do us wrong?

A lot of shit I wanna write

I wish I could fit it all in a song

A lot of shit on my mind

I can’t get no satisfaction

So I’m out here on a stump

I don’t know how to stop

I just keep on going

Life in my bag so there’s blood on the floor

But I don’t know how to stop

I Just keep on going

I’m bout to **** in these skates

They’ve got tight it shows under my skeleton

I said catch me if you can

I’m the vest

On my first Vetements

Shit, demons knock on my door every second

Drop off my coat while they keep all my lunch

Nothing really matters to me

We don’t want drugs

Instead of going home right now

Still tryna find love somehow

Wow

I ain’t gotta say shit, you know what I’m about

But you’ll get left sick if you’ve got a big mouth

Yeah