Woke up late, picked up the pen
Felt so weak, im late again
Stuck in a cycle, life on repeat
Things got too deep and i got cold feet
Stepped outside, sky so bleak
Im not alright, im so empty
Drugs and money the shit dont tempt me
Wouldn't wanna be in the back of your bentley
I wouldn't wanna be in the side of your whip
You man talk numbers, its all just shit
When the real shit happens, you all jump ship
Thats when i realised that im not that kid
Im not that shallow, im not no bitch
So i did my thing and burnt that bridge
Out in the cold, into the night
Thought about those long days on my bike
Out on my ones, saying im fine
Spent the whole time, deeping my life
Fuck the robots, additcted to hype
Bandwagon life, attracted to lies
Sick of the masks, done with the front
Id rather stay home and bake off this blunt
Stuck between home and a place in my head
Fuck this rap shit, im returning to bed