You delusional

If you think that I'm lucky, my pain longitudinal

I can only hope pills or chair and rope ain't what brings me to my funeral

I can only cope by writing on my notes app

Getting no taps on my dope art even though it's beautiful

It ain't useful ugh

I got talent in all of the worst places and the worst flaws

I wish I could be a different human, but I can't do magic 'cause I'm not Oz

I ain't really on the grind like I should be, I never start, so I don't pause

I ain't really on the path that I should be 'cause I'm in the wrong planet, wrong world ugh

You could've got straight A's

Yeah, I know, I wish I couldn't, but I'm good at math instead of good at playing games

That shit cause me more issues, cost me more tissues than I wanna explain

But I guess that it's fair game

Just because they jealous that I'm good at shit they wish they were, but really they ain't

I don't have it better than you

You don't have it better than me

We all living in the same shitty ass planet with the same damn sea

And the same damn sky in which we can't fly, just 'cause we ain't got wings

We just different in the mind, but I heard mine's supposed to be good, it gets ugly

So, you delusional

If you think that I'm lucky, my pain longitudinal

I can only hope pills or chair and rope ain't what brings me to my funeral

I can only cope by writing on my notes app

Getting no taps on my dope art even though it's beautiful

It ain't useful ugh

(Nah, listen)

Don't call me talented, call me skilled

I am so sick of being praised for shit I never made happen, it might get you killed

Nah, I would never have the balls

That's the way I got raised, more like dropped

I ain't got no hope left in me, so to go sulk is what I opt for

Yeah I might make it big after, but I wish I'd made it big before

I would take a 50/50 chance to either blow up or get C-four'ed

Well no, not really 'cause even that coinflip would get rigged for me

I might have to grow quote, unquote old with no goals hit when I'm forty

You delusional

If you think that I'm lucky, my pain longitudinal

I can only hope pills or chair and rope ain't what brings me to my funeral

I can only cope by writing on my notes app

Getting no taps on my dope art even though it's beautiful

It ain't useful ugh