Writing in my kitchen tryna get the feeling tryna get a mic tryna call mike but my fathers not answering so I do it myself I don't need a father so don't even bother imma teach it to myself like I always do then I hit a few just to get my buzz on yo i'm hot with the fuzz on oh wait i'm too soft I'm not an alcoholic I just drink too oft ten for my liking oh she's the right thing especially of she ginger like a Viking her a** be looking fatter when she rocking em jeans if she in lulus then she rocking my dreams hopefully she's out of her teens I know I'm eighteen but I'm past my generation I'm on another level I'm dancing with devil oh I'm too evil yes now I sound evil Mine like smeagle and i dominate irrelevance like milty f**ing stegal Hook My narcissistic ego is inflated did it all myself parents are overrated self taught everything more to come when I've made it don't ask me for nothing if you only ever hated you got it you feel nah I'm ghost negros and I'm out of this place I'm atrocious bragadocious and the best of my race The word parents always made me awkward when it was said I always reverted to a corner child of a foreigner to whom marriage was a former unlike most of my friends only one was the norm we lived in mediocrity mom attempted seniority at work to enhance her net worth we kept moving up like the Jeffersons into homes that were no longer seen as embarra**ing so we lived in areas where the white kids had both parents every thing was about appearances and it was apparent that I didn't care enough I'm not a big fan of the fold so I stuck out like a sore thumb in the cold everyone teaching lessons was either white or just old going out of their way to scold a black teen in an attempt to be bold the suburbs are no place if you want to be left alone everyone is watching everyone is talking the basement of your home is the only place you can find privacy it's also a well known place to commit piracy