[Verse 1: Aryan Sagar]
Turning up to the party lit as f**
Instantly search for a ride home or some nice dome or a tri-comb or a flight to Rome everybody's gone!
I don't know what's up with these b**hes, all they do is talk some sh** and go right back to their Mrs
Say that i need some kisses
Lie about where our fists is
I'm not trynna' cause any issues
But when they come around and start sh** with me
I'm just supposed to stand the f** down and drop it for free?
And all this is before a f**ing degree
You're learning how to be grown up but what you didn't see
Is how this sh** affects your likelihood, which i imagine might be good, you're always saying could or would but blame it on the childhood
It's in front of your dad you stood
That's all the detail that ima' go into, all the pain that I've been through
All the feelings i harbored, my fears that are getting larger, like getting shot by an archer, i might require some armor
I just wanted to alarm her on that sh** that she's getting into, like she really has no clue, what he is going to do
And she'll have to make do for a breakthrough and a great stew and some cake too!
And some cake too...
[Outro: Aryan Sagar]
But it ain't really about the moolah, sitting down on the stool i
Couldn't walk any further
Couldn't talk to my birther
Didn't think i was worth her
I am endlessly a searcher