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[verse 1]
in the car sungl-ss on wayfaring
windows down got the sh-tty sound system blaring
down the street both feet yeah i’m pedal pairing
stick shift, sick whip got the ladies staring
i’m running errands, and scaring parents
blasting songs with bad words got the mothers glaring
fitted wearing, i’m done caring
got your girl l!cking my pole like she’s double daring
what ever happened to the days where we ain’t have to do sh-t?
we could just get into our cars and then just go out cruising
those were the days that i’m afraid that i’m forever losing
you know this life it chooses us we don’t ever choose it
when i hop onto a beat you know that i abuse it
but i’m really a gentle giant, like i terry crews it
i try to put out sh-t to get the people grooving
but i’m taking a minute for myself, please excuse it
this rap sh-t is a game that we all want to play
some of us don’t 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 we’re great
maybe i got here too late, maybe i jumped in too fast
maybe i’m way too c-cky tryna put these haters on blast
i don’t even have haters, gotta earn that sh-t
if they ain’t heard that sh-t, how they gonna spurn that sh-t?
but if they challenge me, best believe i burn that sh-t
i murk that sh-t, i eat, sleep, and t-rd that sh-t
and turn that sh-t, to something that’s enjoyable
even if this sh-t don’t make me any more employable
my mom would be like “oh, ok josh, that’s adorable
but this is why your education’s 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 don’t think so
you won’t make hardly any money please you need to think, son
these choices that you’re making pushing me straight to the brink, son
and i better not find out you’ve ever smoked or had a drink son.”
i’m sorry mom, i have, and i ain’t died yet
it’s a surprise, yes, but honestly my brain hasn’t been fried yet
i haven’t 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 sh-t 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 it’s pretty tough

[verse 2]
carnegie mellon graduate
how do i follow after it?
when my work ethic’s been far less than immaculate
they tell me it takes practicing but that don’t seem accurate
i see the happy people and with them i see the p-ssion in
music computers fashion
even d-ck dastardly had the drive, the desire within him to be the man to win it
this race is wacky isn’t it?
i ain’t antagonistic but sometimes i cross the line even before i p-ss the finish
and the old me, what happened with him?
cause whenever i get home i always try to get red plastic sipping
until i’m plastered dripping vomit, get the comet, clean the carpet, feels cathartic, get me water in a gl-ss in the kitchen
and now that i have your attention
i have to mention the truth in the booth and really everything that i’m spitting
i know that i don’t have the women
and yes i realize that i really ain’t that fly like i’m bad at quidditch
i like my hats fitted, cause sometimes i feel like it’s the only way that i fit in
that’s just the facts of living
i know i act indifferent, then when i rap i’m p-ssing
everything that’s heavy broke the levy with this d-mn decision
this tumor that i mentioned, i know i have to fix it
just listen to this and you can tell it’s getting mad malignant
i ain’t mad indignant, it’s just i’m tryna fly but before i do i gotta check my baggage in but

[hook]

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