[Verse 1]
Slowly surviving off my momma's Koolaid cup
Wanna do it right and never f** up
I try so hard, sometimes I s**
I always try to blame it on my bad luck
But I can't do that, energy is bad
Energy is wrong, don't wanna feel sad
I don't try to be depressing
Beats always got me confessing
Crossing the line and watching the time
Waiting for my mission to be completed
I'm depleted of feelings in my head
What am I achieving?
In all the time I spend thinking
I've forgotten things like eating
I'm a mess, big ball of stress
My room's motto has lost its meaning, yeah
I'm glad all my homies got my back
Without the Beauty Crew, i'd be off track
Never forget the things that we did
But to me, Colt's race is winning
I could never do half the things that I do
If i didn't think these words were gonna make it on a website
Oh you think that's weird?
How about I wanna be who your girl falls asleep to at night?
Thinking about my future, thinking about my past
Wondering if maybe these fireworks have blown up a little too fast
I'm going hard, speed racer
Foot on the gas
Little car that's broken, that piece of trash
Hit up Dollar Tree for that PSL
Tryna get where I gotta go, go, go
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[Verse 2]
Sicker than a rulers pen, hot summer skinnies win
I'm in the lotus flower mindset, zinny yin
Zin Zig, buy a tin
Popcorn, scout lick, hyped up
Ritalin would've k**ed this in it's tracks
Chron, no chron that would've been it
Never hit a lick, but you bet i'd brush it off
Old school beats, made it on a macintosh
This is ADD on some paper, scissors, rock
Listen to the met, make it my clock
Poofy hair, mullet swag, call me Raggle Frock
I'm hyped up rocking, gotta make it pop
Have some manners, please and thank you
If rap was a cla**, I'm getting tenure
Ten year plus don't rust or bust
sh**, I'm Colt Chronic...