[Verse]
I got mango ginger tea in my cup, smoke my feelings up
Carbon life in the carbonite 'cause I'm feelin' stuck
Feelings amplified in the night, situation fucked
Thankful that I had you in my life, shit is fuckin tough
Nah I can't face it throw myself into my work
I roll up a joint, face it, forget all I know is hurt
Detach from reality, not the best but it'll work
Hope that you weren't mad at me, I guess I'll see you in the dirt
Nah I just got allergies, waiting for a growth spurt
I know that the time will come, aim high my Uzi Vert
Sing a lil melody man I feel like miniskirt
Don't care about money but I gotta make it, gotta churn
I'm in denial, you can see it, will I fucking learn?
Wings on I'm flying by the sun, got a couple burns
I wasn't even your real son, but it fucking burns
Shits getting a little too real for me, take a turn
Racks on my body, n my bitch a hottie
I do this for real this ain't no hobby, now they all tryna copy
Walk out the house I smell like Versace, ballin' with my colleagues
I'm in lazy town with all the gas like I'm rotten robby
Don't even know what else I should say I just had to make this
Prove them wrong, fuck what they all say, now I gotta make it
Grinding till I'm laying in the grave, takes a lot of patience
Come the sun, it's a brand new day so I can't forsake it
I got mango ginger tea in my cup, smoke my feelings up
Carbon life in the carbonite 'cause I'm feelin' stuck
Feelings amplified in the night, situation fucked
Thankful that I had you in my life, shit is fuckin tough
Nah I can't face it throw myself into my work
I roll up a joint, face it, forget all I know is hurt
Detach from reality, not the best but it'll work
Hope that you weren't mad at me, I guess I'll see you in the dirt
Nah I just got allergies, waiting for a growth spurt
I know that the time will come, aim high my Uzi Vert
Sing a lil melody man I feel like miniskirt
Don't care about money but I gotta make it, gotta churn
I'm in denial, you can see it, will I fucking learn?
Wings on I'm flying by the sun, got a couple burns
I wasn't even your real son, but it fucking burns
Shits getting a little too real for me, take a turn
Racks on my body, n my bitch a hottie
I do this for real this ain't no hobby, now they all tryna copy
Walk out the house I smell like Versace, ballin' with my colleagues
I'm in lazy town with all the gas like I'm rotten robby
Don't even know what else I should say I just had to make this
Prove them wrong, fuck what they all say, now I gotta make it
Grinding till I'm laying in the grave, takes a lot of patience
Come the sun, it's a brand new day so I can't forsake it
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