I swear I'll be back home in the nick of time
and I'm sick of dimes
who don't say shit after the pick up line
and I ain't goin to trip over a list of nines
so I'm headed home on that 15
with no rush and my phones been blowing up
but no one's been slowing up
and it feel like everyone is growing up
and I ain't even slowing up
what the hell am I holding on to
what the hell am i goin to do
keep making these songs for you
singing these scales trying to hit the B
when your probably getting the D
and it isn't from me
are you even missing me?
like signals i didn't see
red light green light
it makes no difference to me
I'm a burn out like the back of my tires
worn out like the last of my attire
ready to heat up things like a pack of lighters
and I'm feeling faker then a track with liars
I got everyone like that was fire
when it felt half ass
but it's half past 3 am
and DILIGAF was like that's a wrap
I'll get em after this fat sack
is what i always say when I'm lacking the stats
but don't got the passion to rap
my fans are like my ex
they just pick up and leave
and ain't no mystery to why i stick to the stickiest weed
you ain't goin to get no sympathy from me
when I'm blown off that loud
no doubt I'm proud of what I've been through
all these years and all these fears and all these mirrors
showing all me of
even wally's faulty
but life has all these ways of breakin you
making you struggle through all these years
calling me hopeless
only focused on my lows
but I'm focused on the goal
a real procrastinator
posted on the low
smokin Casper vapors
masked in layers of passive players
activist mad at aggregators
cannabis captivated
a craver keeping things bottled up
stashed in the crater
skeletons stashed in my closet
all my baggage's stashed in there for later
a savage rappin for paper
dangerous like a cop with a batton, wand, and packin a taser
I turn my back to a hater
even if i get stabbed in the back
no phase to a blade or a trader
and i still laughed in the act
so save it for later