Verse 1:
Always want a perfect rhyme, can’t find it
So my page stay blank and I ain’t write shit
Stay thinkin’ what I write gon be mindless
Well maybe that’s the point, but I’m tightened
Gotta loosen up, maybe do some pushups
Pull my pants up every time I pull up
Why I gotta mean mug, lookin’ real tough?
I ain’t kill stuff, I just wanna chill bruh!
I ain’t on the block, I don’t pop no pills, I just work at the office
I don’t go out drinkin’ that often, even when I do, feelin’ like I’m in a coffin
Cause the bar just feels so dead, everybody tryna get outta they head
So they wanna poison their body and get bodied and they only feel alive through sex?
And this shit is goin’ and feelin’ so old. Don’t get me wrong cause I like to indulge
But if you be tellin’ me that is the only way to feel alive, then I say that you’re wrong
Don’t get me wrong, bustin’ a nut feels good, but what you gonna do when it’s over?
You don’t even know her name, you don’t know her and you was fucked up when you approached her
Tell me would you do the same thing sober? Oh wait you don’t know how to be sober
If you not drinkin’, you against the wall, takin’ vids for the gram like you havin’ a ball
Man, why would I pay a cover charge? Just to stand around and do nothin’?
If that’s the case, my ass goin’ home, gettin’ under my sheets and gettin’ tucked in


Hook:
Ain’t got no Auto-Tune, so I’m just tryna sing
That’s what makes it catchy, talkin’ bout a diamond ring
Oh wait, I ain’t got none, cause I’m not spendin’ my cheddar
I got student loans to pay, don’t wanna be in debt forever
Verse 2:
Cause that’s a bitch, workin’ three jobs just to pay this shit
How am I supposed to enjoy my 20s if all my paychecks gon get spent?
Workin’ every week, livin’ just to head home, livin’ with my parents when I’m supposed to get grown
Why’d I go to college? Should’ve just said no. Got two words for you: Fuck FedLoan
$54K is what I owe, just for a degree that says I know
How to write essays and analyze, but havin’ a degree just screams I’m broke
You think I wanna spend every day of my life gettin’ grilled on the phone even though I’m right?
And gettin’ yelled at by teens at 12 midnight, sayin’ I ain’t put their bumpers up on lane 12 right?
And makin’ lesson plans for Sundays for kids who just wanna have fun days
Sayin’ they hate school, they just wanna play games and escape from my class like a runway
Sayin’ “Mr. Brett, this is boring” and forgetting everything that they learned
Fuck am I bustin’ my ass for? Just to pay the loans, come home every day feelin’ burnt?
Fuck that!

Hook (repeats)



Verse 3:
Last verse, that was a vent, let the feelings pass through, passin’ event
It was bottled up, trapped in a tent, but now it’s gone, it won’t happen again
Well maybe it will cause it’s part of the process, every day feelin’ like a project
On my Gary Vee shit, workin’ on the content, put it out there, wait for the comments
I ain’t makin’ bread from this, that ain’t what I want, I ain’t headin’ for this
Sometimes I don’t even like rap, but I’m gassed off the shit that I said in a diss
To be honest, I’m thankful, cause this situation ain’t really a handful
Plus I’m learnin’ good spendin’ habits, just to make sure repeats don’t happen
And I love my parents, they’re supportive, even though they can get annoying
They’re saving me money and it’s hella clutch, they let me live there, savin’ hella bucks
Shouts to my friends and my teammates, I’m surrounded by so much talent
Come with me on the journey and let’s ride, even if we never get to the palace