[Verse]
My friends, they always tell me that they cryin'
And I always think that they lyin'
But when they commit suicide
I'm like: "I wanna die
I'm feeling fried"
Like someone who just lost their brother in the battle of eighty-nine
Then my alarm clock rings
I wake up
And make up
With my dude from Jamaica
His name is sum' like Jacyb
This is made up
Fake stuff
Nah, but for real, this stuff happens, bruh
Some people like to be assholes and gangbang on geeks like it's nerds to apples
"Not at all!" People say
But they just wanna think they're better than everyone else: "Yay!"
You think you're cool?
Nah, dropped out, HS, a loser, a looter, like a retarded version called "Harry Pooter"
A good name to say you're assured fame
But nah, dude fake, you're lame
Like your friends who only play one game and then get off like no one cares
"You're literally the best here, you wear Ninja underwear!"
I smell good when I freestyle
I'm like Eminem in 8 Mile
It's been a while, why y'all think I care about your hairstyle?
This quick song called "freestyle" disregards all the riches
Who don't care for others: "Man, all'o'dem people bitches!"
I write down what comes into the thoughts of my head
"Be with these people? I'd rather be dead!"
That's what y'all are like
Saying you don't want someone
Then you get on the mic
And act as if they did all the wrong on those nights
Those late nights
Those fake fights
You started 'em
You wanted 'em
To just part so you could use COD's Martyrdom
"Drop a live grenade when killed"
That's what you acted like happened
When your girlfriend caught you fappin'
To a picture of her best friend, damn, bitch, you are lackin'
The respect and the love that she deserves
Well, she's got a new boyfriend now, you heard?
Actually
Factually
This song is about depression
The people who are sad but have a happy expression
All the ones who go through Hell and only sometimes Heaven
Or just Hell
That works well
Well, techi-nechially
Mecha-nech-ically
Computers think humans are losers
We can only use ten percent of our brain
That's insane
Just like I used to be, I'm just sayin'
I don't know if I'm depressed or not
'Cause I got a new thot every month
I'm just tryna see what the fuck I did wrong, yuh (Heard?)
I don't know, I can't keep it to my motha'fuckin' self
Y'all act like I can't snitch once, tell on the Elf on the Shelf
Saying "I found her, I found that little lying ass ho!
She said she don't want a relationship; She got a new mans though?!"
It's truthful
Tomorrow
I'll be like you
Sippin' liquor from bottles
I wanna be like my favorite homeless man
1XFIGHTER, damn