I'm sick of pretendin' like I ain't holy
Bobby ain't got nobody to keep him in line
Too ahead of his time
He got nickels and dimes to keep him occupied I guess
Addicted to the sound of my distress
Prolly got in his will
Thumbin' thru the pages doin' numbers
Like he ain't gon' up outside
Everything sucks, I might just keep calling you n**** and be my own king
I'm sick of pretendin' like I ain't holy