[Verse]
Back on the mic after 8 years of cabbage
I'm recording cause there's nothing in the fucking cabinet
I won't steal or nothing, or do any fucking bad shit
End up in jail with "69" tatted on my hatchet
But I am beefing with a rapper, time to steal his ratchet
And fucker, she got some herpes, time to fucking catch it
Half of my childhood by brain has been some fucking static
No Signal, Unknown Vibes, I swear that you'll be an addict
Sleep is the best thing for me, but I can't fucking do it, I knew it
Anxiety took my mind and threw it, in the trash
But is it really like the one to bash?
If finding peace is like a motherfucking cul-de-sac?
Hoping that Cupid snipe some fucking girls for me
So I can phone them
But not fucking bone them
I honestly just need someone to talk to
Not someone to only give my motherfucking cock to
So many fucking bottles piling up around my desk
So many of them have a lot of fucking water left
But, I won't finished them, cause, I am not motivated
I'm aggravated, that these waters have done been outdated
It's 2019, and now, bitch, I'm activated
Welcome to the fucking album, I know you've been waiting