[Intro]
A lot of days, I feel like... the suburban Drake
... That was a joke
[Verse 1]
Imgur life, 'Potle for dinner tonight
You're out tryina' score like that makes you a "winner at life"
Nice guys finish last? Buzzer beater
Rockin' a Toon Squad jersey and your mother's sneakers
My songs get no airplay, like, "What's a breather?"
Can't catch a break, though I'm sharp enough to cut a cleaver
Maybe too sharp
Or maybe too dark, and rap doesn't fit in the schema of how you view art
Or I sound too "light" to the "dark"
I just wanna add a pie slice to this chart
If rap is half-violence, half half-hearted boasting
I'll murk you in Halo 4, my K/D is cozy
Push up posies or log-off
Try to ride shotgun in a hog, get your head SAW'd off
I hope you can deduct that this is all talk
But I'd appreciate no longer being called soft
[Hook]
You say these are First World problems?
Well, I insist, I'm not from this planet
Either way, somebody's gotta solve 'em
So until they arrive, I'll manage
[Verse 2]
You're no longer a child when you stop receiving Christmas gifts
It disappoints me when people don't know what Chrimbus is
I just had to add it to my phone's dictionary
I scoff when they say approaching women isn't scary
I hate it when my "away" starts getting carried
When I think, I look mad, and that makes me so
I'll give thanks, but life ain't all gravy, though
Spittin' semi-sane, ban*l raps with a crazy flow
A dilemma is choosing between Raisin Bran Crunch or Honey Bunches of Oats
In the words of my granny? I ain't studdin' you folks
I get more anxious when my cousin is poking my shoulder, while I check for typos in a text message I wrote
Dwelling on the past, cause my presents' so dope
I find no solace in what you call luxury
As long as I have a mind, I'll be struggling
[Hook (x2)]