Since was a kid I always had this twisted thought about the purpose
Staring at the air each f*cking moment feeling endless
Every glimpse of joy became like gold which now so f*cking precious
Time to put the face that makes em calm and get me some more aces
Moving forward looking for an issue filling up the spaces
Can't do boring that'll make me sane enough for all the haters
Call me Sherlock, mess with erybody else cases
I Need a hand I'm calling Watson just to bring me some papers
Using this using that different plot daily basis
Sweeten pills that's my job adding o's and some x's
Frontin here frontin there spreading promises, reckless
Buying shit like a dog but can't afford to pay taxes
What u good for? Didn't even cure me let alone repaired
I come with questions every time but still u come prepared
I wonder all the time if you like making all of us your slaves
You tryna make us working bees o'course you misbehave
If u don't know just throw another tab the only thing u have
U don't know shit but giving pills found on the backseat of your chev
Just try to think that I'm your son for moment then u can relate
All of a sudden u start worrying like losing your effect
Magician of prescriptions thinking weights surprises outta hat
I hope u left with shit now I remember how you liked to bet
On people fates damn what a sick game u old smoking cracker play
If one day I'm gonn meet your daughter sure inviting her to stay