歌詞
Pardon my sentimental energy
I got a tendency to see myself as the enemy, I’ll be fine though
Everything around me, but nothing feel like it’s mine though
Charlie Parker playing on the vinyl
Fuck I’m so entitled
Fuck I’m so enlightened
No role model, I’m just writing what I’m fighting
Used to want a level of respect that could carry you instead
Nowadays that narrative is dead
From what he carried in his head
What you carry in your head?
How he so hungry when he’s so well fed?
Got his own money & it’s no welfare
You could do so well here
You could do so well here
Fuck that, I wanna leave
Been hanging off of trees since the Rugrats screened
…So how’d the blunt pass me?¬
I mean, I chop so many trees they call me Lumberjack Steve
They mumble back, I barely hear it, but I can run with that
& give you something back
Yeah, I’m an investment
Your local spaghetti western
Left my trophies on the shelf, should see the dust it’s collecting
& why you gotta use trust as a weapon?
House so big but it feels so empty
Everyone alone, everyone against me
I don’t need your guilt, I got plenty
God damn…
My mind was clean till it was riddled with guilty, it’s filthy
Won’t nobody move into this realty
Sip chai like it’s real tea, but really it’s a black
& a conversation with Maman that kills me & I can never look back
Better cook crack
Benevolent… or at least what I’m selling is
Flow so dumb but the boy so intelligent
Bruh I’m top 5, why I gotta keep telling ‘em?
Haha… that should make em settle in.
Uh,
Tried to pay the price for burst pipes & a broken wall
They said, “what about the smell?”
I said, “I don’t smoke at all.”
Openly smirking, there’s bout 20 blunts in my turban
I’m jerking, I mean I’m joking…
I’m Caulay Culkin
It’s all a movie, we’ve barely spoken
I’m fairly certain it’s all a curtain
Thought I was broken, but I’m just hurting
Thought I was broken, but I’m just hurting
God..
