[Verse 1: Lucas Heights] It's been a minute yo, did you miss me bro Probably not but hey, i'm back like your ex bae Went for a jog, 5 minutes, it didn't last long Word is bond, like i'm listening to "Wu-Tang" I don't have a futon, i sleep on a twin sized bed And my favorite color is red but a little bit lighter Shout out to the guy who stole my black Bic lighter And my Newport cigarettes Divine intervention, i wouldn't think of less And to be honest i need to clean up my mess This mess of a life And one day, i plan on having a wife No emotion on my face, cause' i don't really like my race And i don't like myself either And i don't need your help either I can help myself just like I've always have I can help myself without my sorry excuse of a "Dad" All rise, to the god that's non-existent Rappers these days need to be more persistent Persistent with their cognitive sk**s Instead of rapping about them "dollar, dollar bills y'all" [Verse 2: leinäd] I been grinding I hope I find what I been looking for Opening and slamming all of these different doors Shoved out the second floor And now i'm dead, the crow saying nevermore I stay in my room all day, but I want to explore The world, the clothes, the girls, the hoes I wanna glow and show what i'm made of All the nights that I stay up I hope I shoot for the stars whenever I aim up Straight up