Well Token

[Intro]
Yeah
Lot of folks want a check off me
Not a lot wanna check on me
Talkin' to me like, "Where’s my cut?"
Like I got treasure chests on me
Talkin' to me like, "Damn, you changed"
Talkin' to me one mile a minute
Then they ask me for a picture, though
And wonder why I don’t smile in it

[Verse 1]
Ayy, put on my hoodie then put on my coat
Cover my face up so you didn't know
See me in public with head to my toes
Probably me, you should leave me alone
Spent the whole week in the booth all alone
My manager want a song that is happy
Back to the lab to rewrite what I wrote
Maybe I cannot do this shit alone
Maybe I need me a ghostwriter too
Write me a song that I probably should use
Happy-go-lucky and sing me a tune
Maybe can help me with choruses too
Lord knows that isn't my strong suit
Lord knows I'm lackin' attributes
Lord knows every time my manager call me
Motherfucker, I got this attitude