Lame Sybyr

[Intro]
Gooch (Fuck me)
Yeah, gooch (I'm serious, fuck me)
Yeah, gooch
Ah, ha
Alright (Yeah), I'm done, I tried (Mhm)
But

[Verse 1]
I'm so lame, weird as fuck, got no shame
Making money, making beats and I can't even steal your girl
What's the word? Jacking off until I sleep
Waking up hard as fuck, make a beat, cut myself, that's what's up
Reflection says that I'm ugly, my narcissism is muddy
My people don't even want me, my dick is crying for mercy
And if I wasn't livin' my music won't make a killin'
And villains would wanna fuck with me, uh
I'm a beast, what I make, you can't repeat
Grab a sheet of paper, take a couple notes and then I'll see yourself tomorrow
I'm done, go home in a bit like shit
Let me get a couple of lyrics then I'm out like this
Likeness, fight with a knife, take a life, piss in your front lawn
Like, "Morning, my nigga"
You good, what's wrong with you my nigga?
I keep on climbing and I have no grip
Punch you in the face while I'm down, so swift
Making those beats like soup, poopin' and poopin', and now I'm relieved
Takin' a pill and I'm back on it, G, what you believe? I'm not free
I'll kill myself and that's how it's gonna be, fucker (Ha)