[Verse]
How many times you call and I ain’t answer, there used to be a time when I wasn’t even past her
I gasp air just to try and find a way out
But these rhymes go in circles like a child with a playhouse

Every day is just the same thing, nobody seems to see it
That the world has an algorithm, you can’t even say shit, save it
Crumple paper into pieces, hide it from the government and say you’ll pay the leases

Money’s everything nowadays don’t you understand, from fraud, stealing shit to selling weed and contraband like pack thе van
We moving out into the suburbs
The city keeps on growing with graffiti on thе outskirts of buildings

Bitches all up in their feelings bout the things people used to say but don’t they know that times have changed, it’s different days
So wear the noose around your neck, you say the wrong thing, slip up and now you’re dead, that’s how it feels

You tiptoe around conversations watching all your language like you on the television, we can’t beep it out
Our words are here to stay, they got folders on your history, your weaknesses, and pains

You touched my soul when you told me that you loved me
I didn’t know that you were lying, I had sipped the bubbly
I hate birthdays, they remind me that I’m fucking lonely
Funny how you say you care, but you never phone me

I’m a phony when it comes to being honest, cause I tell you that I’m okay but I’m listening to MOBO songs on replay, on repeat
The spreadsheet with my name displayed across it
The faucets that you use, have never cost shit
I’m speaking gibberish to past the time, I’m self-aware of everything but still
I seem to lie to all my fucking friends when I look em in the eyes
Still, I’m sitting down as the rain falls from the sky
Rapping on a beat, I’m a poet in disguise
I said the bar proudly but it’s one that I should hide
Cause it only represents the kinda guy that I despise

Saying things without a motive, like killing fools without a notice, you a maniac for doing that, you gotta lose em in your tracks
And I’m losing track of what I’m saying
On this track
And every time you come back, come crawling back
My heart is not a Mac, it’s something that you cannot hack

I call my brother on the phone, ask him if he heard it
Release my music online, you don’t need to buy it
I don’t need no fucking money, let me spit my lyrics
And can you tell me, when you see me, that you can hear it

And when you do, take the words in like the wood is burning
Inhale fumes from the weed, now you high as hell, might as well
Ring the bell and let em know that you are home
But this is not your home, it’s desolate, you are alone

I sit down by the lake where we’ll spread his ashes
I don’t need to see the future, see it all in flashes
I let the text be sent, now I’m losing cover
This the life that I will live out in the suburbs
Fuck