[Chorus]
Look at these problems, you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt
So please pardon my yells
Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell
It exist in conditions, I’m starving to tell
Instead I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel

[Verse]
Bitch I quit drinking, I’m sinking in vomit I belch
And beginning to think I could opt for some help
All of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink
Wish I could just be more limber
Or be less distinct
Instead I yеll timber
Depressions in sync with my tеmper
That shit all grows heavy
I vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers
Meticulous new repetitions
I let it relinquish what I can’t remember, so tender
But what difference does it make?
With the distance that I take
I’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes
I spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes
You wretched fucks are asbestos, I can’t try to behave
I don’t want to spend any more time trynna debate
I’m still trynna climb the ladder up to meet my fate
As the time shatters
Rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter
I brine in sublime and latch onto my habits
I find when I’m manic
And 'till I go peak, all my passion is bleak
Until you all reach my new absence
Let that all read as my way of now getting complete
And redeeming the panic
This shit is no feat
It’s a means of me slamming
You hoes into granite
You hoes all go show off your glow into cameras
Instagram models, be damned if I cannot fuck
All of those filters can’t help what the damage does
Cause you’re a 6 just like digits from Canada
Business as usual, city is cancerous
Writtens I drew the truth, so much less glamorous
Can’t handle gambles, I travel from
Lands where I drag my love forward
With bags of drugs
Packing up
I’ve got a lack of trust
From all the knives in my back
I’m not backing up
Cause all these wounds make my breathing hard
Like your damn asthma does
You’ve got a bag of tricks
Well i’ve got active love
Holding raps captive
Connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs
Sold off the raps I sung
You’re all so old, but you’re acting young
Tricks are for kids
And I told 'em, I had enough
[Chorus]
Look at these problems, you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt
So please pardon my yells
Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell
It exist in conditions, I’m starving to tell
Instead I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel

Look at these problems, you started yourself
While I sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt
And propel you to melt
So please pardon my yells
Cause my therapist says I'm too hard on myself
And I harp on the shit that you did so unwell
It exist in conditions, I’m starving to tell
Instead I stay timid, get lost in my shell
And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel

[Outro]
Look at you
Look at you
You little judgmental cunt
Now bitch look at you