[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