Digress

I lost my voice by the way Happy 2023 Look I don't make a resolution I just go for it (I just go for it) I can't smoke to cope no more so I just raw-dog it (I just raw-dog it) Had to cut the nigga off that I was raw-dogging (I was raw-dogging) Gotta move tact, better usage of the noggin (Use my own noggin) Lost my way a little I was driving through the fog and (I was driving through the fog and) It takes some time to get up when nobody sees you falling (Nobody sees you falling) Dirt under my nails cuz I've been crawling from the bottom (I've been crawling from the bottom) Toxic positivity won't help me, I don't got none (I don't got it, I don't got it) Cuz I'm a realist and I'm pragmatic I get cynical, at times I panic I get bitchy and I'm erratic I'm impulsive and full blown manic Future scares me so I obsess Wonder if I'm cut out for this Tired of lessons, my life's no test Nigga I'm depressed But I digress I digress I digress But I digress Every day I wake up just a bit closer to 30 (Just a bit closer to 30) Thinkin' bout achievements only make a nigga worry (It only make a nigga worry) All my friends are superstars, they shooting like Steph Curry (Swish, swish) Comparison done stole my joy and ran off in a hurry (Yeah it ran off in a hurry) I'll never resent my brother, I'm proud of the progress (I'm proud of the progress baby) I just wanna catch up and perfect my own process (Process baby) I been feeling stuck, too busy worried bout my pockets (Too busy worried bout my fuckin' pocket) I miss when I didn't have to think about no profits But I'm a realist and I'm pragmatic Shit expensive, and I don't have it They beg for content, to show your face Pay attention for like two days I just poured in my whole life savings Satisfying your short-form cravings My imposter syndrome's a mess All while you get to (While you get to) Digress You get to digress You get to digress While I need angel investors Yo I been stuck in my analysis paralysis Another year passed but I can't snap out of it Thinkin' bout my next move to my detriment Trapped inside my head but, nothing makin' sense All I need is dollars, but this job pay me in cents All my money go to bills and paying off the rent And what's left? People love to tell me to invest But I can't pay the prices that these new niggas expect Underground cliquey, niggas only like they friends But if they think you'll bring them hella ends Then they might play pretend A shaky hand is one they might extend So they could ride the wave until the end And that's the ugly truth Don't matter if you fire in the booth If they don't like you then you get the boot Cuz it's bout who you know That's what get you backstage at the show That or acting like a groupie hoe But what do I know What the fuck do I know Like what the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know What the fuck do I know But I digress