WasteofSpace
Still ***** up
Don't approach me when I'm rolling up
Gold blunt guts in the platinum cup
I kill my lungs and let my body numb
Can't feel a thing you could put me in the rain
Droplets running down my face
But my skin can not sense a thing

Hold up, hold up
Every day I'm getting older, older
Every night I'm tryna focus, focus
But I can't get it
There's something wrong with my head
And I can't explain it

I'm running out of options if I ever had any, try not to panic
Body itching I'm trying to kick it, life's my bad habit
I cause a scene then I'm napping, goodnight
I am what's after this life
We are the Lords of the Flies
Sun out on island we ride

Lot of people say they do what they don't
Never seen you alone in these roads
Thirty in my pack like a cartridge I blow
On the shoulder of the mighty river going with the flow
Wait, where I go, I just do what I want
Like, who that is and nobody gonna tell me ****
No more scraping for the rent
No more stealing for some ****
I was always in some ****
And I swear I'd never admit
That I needed a change of pace to really go and arrange
My life in some sort of order that doesn't result in pain (what?)

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
NoRedeemingQualities until I'm gone