I Was A Good Boy 4ria

[Verse]
Itching, breathing heavy pass me a pinch
Of reassurance to go gather me sense
I'm streaming Attica with Atticus Finch
As though I'm practically sick

Savvy with the sentence structure, disastrous bitch
Getting slept on more than mattresses bitch
I'm just mad that this is it
Master and analyze this stupid shit

And I can't confide in these fucking dick-riders
I'm vibing to linear notes and I know suicidal
But I cope by breaking up pills of those hydros
Side note, I go, fucking

High as a cloud, now I'm coming down
Came to spit, how quaint is
No friends, just acquaintances
Claim to fame, but fame's a bitch
Words, i paint a pic
The worst of pain is lit
And purging a hurricane that tangles bliss

You can't tame the kid, my aim is to get insane with this
Can you blame the kid? I've never had a relationship