Judgmental C**t

Look-look-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 (yeah, yeah) It exists in conditions, I'm starvin' to tell (yeah, yeah) Instead, I stay timid, get lost in my shell (yeah, yeah) And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel (yeah) Bitch, I quit drinkin', I'm sinkin' in vomit I belch And beginnin' to think I could opt for some help (yeah) All of my thoughts, they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink (yeah) Wish I could just be more limber or be less distinct Instead, I yell timber depressions in sync with my temper (yeah, yeah) That shit all grows heavy I vent to my shrink 'til it's slender as feathers (yeah, yeah) Meticulous new repetitions I let it relinquish what I can't remember, so tender (yeah, yeah) 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 (yeah, yeah) I spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes You wretched fucks are asbestos, I can't try to behave (yeah, yeah) I don't want to spend any more time tryna debate I'm still tryna 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 'til I go peak, all my passion is bleak 'Til you all reach my new absence Let that all read as my way of now gettin' complete And redeemin' the panic, this shit is no feat It's a means of me slammin' 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 (6) 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 Packin' up, I've got a lack of trust From all the knives in my back, I'm not backin' up 'Cause all these wounds make my breathin' hard Like your damn asthma does You've got a bag of tricks, well, I've got active love Holdin' 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 actin' young Tricks are for kids, and I told 'em I had enough 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 exists in conditions, I'm starvin' 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 exists in conditions, I'm starvin' to tell Instead, I stay timid, get lost in my shell And I run a new scrimmage like Johnny Manziel Look at you, look at you You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you Look at you, look at you You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you Look at you, look at you You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you Look at you, look at you You little judgmental cunt, now bitch, look at you