Tick tock
A time bomb
My god
Welcome on to my yatch
Right here you'll see everything you want
My heart locked for reasons I won't ever open up
Welcome on to album one
Man we gon' have some fun
Yeah we gon' have some fun
Now I dont know what you seen
But I ain't what you really think
No I ain't what you really think


I must be a bad doc- I'm losing patience
They think ima damn God- then get to prayin
I ain't what you really thought- spit fumigation
Toxins takin care of themself
Dropping songs back to back I ain't aware of myself
I got people in my dms say they care what I felt
Middlе finger linger keep that uh sympathetic shit to yo sеlf
I dont give a fuck about you or the shit that you tell

Why you actin crazy boy you really not
Yeah you really not
Say that you better than me that's a silly thought
You get milli rocked
I'm on Meek Mill shit you get Phili rocked

I ain't rappin with no rapper that can only repeat
And now a days that's exactly like the rap I see
I dont fuck with immaturity I stay away from it like its HIV
Nose Bloody
Nobodies coming
So bloody
Drugs fucked me
Too insisted on bein an ass
To afraid of becoming my dad
And I apologize to anyone I pushed away
I'm afraid to spread my pain
I keep thinkin if I bury it-it goes away
See I'm just stuck in a loop
Bury all my problems down and then I smile in group
Depression comin for me fast and I'm trying to juke