Hey
J-j-just bear with me
Alright? Yeah, okay
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I take the time to please myself
I need some help, the way I spray the room got me reading braille
Making Jesus yelp with each stroke
I need some Kale from the bistro
Cause I'm tryna fix my lifestyle up, before I fail with a weak throw
Got a habit for bleeding the weed (wait)
Hittin the sack (nah)
Shootin the seed (wow)
But I had it once my self esteem
Started peddling backwards, yeah that's not what I need
I'm tryna give my health a longer runtime
So I can get some wealth in my bloodline
I know this not what niggas rap about but hear me out for the one time
I'm growing up I guess
Even more so than last year
More hairs grew on my chest
But I still don't like draft beer
Yeah I lack fear, deleted snapchat cause that app's weird
Yeah I'm weeding out crap like a pap smear
No cancer, no bullshit, no cap here
Yeah I'm bossed up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so how in the f*ck would I not win
(Period)
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I step outside to breath some air
Or crack a window since my neighbors feel the need to stare
Yeah they give me that look like I'm Satan
And if were going by the books they're hatin'
But I get it cause I woke 'em up at seven with all my damn ejaculatin'
I'm so ashamed but not really, cause f*ck it life's a game
Some people crank it thrice a day, so who am I to blame
Myself for the faults in my past life
Gotta keep the car running we don't have time
To be worried bout the thoughts that are often false memories with a dash of some gaslight
Ohh
Im fiending
For the clarity from beating my demons
This rap's like a diary entry, cause where the f*ck else would I talk about semen
I know, I'm constantly so, extraordinarily out of reason
But I promise if your trust the process, you'll understand its my f*ckin' season
I'm growing up I guess
But I still joke like I'm 16
Just moreso with my chest
So there's no room for a misread
Yeah I did things, in the past that might make you think one way
Along the lines of being too childish, but nothing like Jared from Subway
Had to boss up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so why in the f*ck would I not win
BITCH
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Hey
J-j-just bear with me
Alright? Yeah, okay
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I take the time to please myself
I need some help, the way I spray the room got me reading braille
Making Jesus yelp with each stroke
I need some Kale from the bistro
Cause I'm tryna fix my lifestyle up, before I fail with a weak throw
Got a habit for bleeding the weed (wait)
Hittin the sack (nah)
Shootin the seed (wow)
But I had it once my self esteem
Started peddling backwards, yeah that's not what I need
I'm tryna give my health a longer runtime
So I can get some wealth in my bloodline
I know this not what niggas rap about but hear me out for the one time
I'm growing up I guess
Even more so than last year
More hairs grew on my chest
But I still don't like draft beer
Yeah I lack fear, deleted snapchat cause that app's weird
Yeah I'm weeding out crap like a pap smear
No cancer, no bullshit, no cap here
Yeah I'm bossed up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so how in the f*ck would I not win
(Period)
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I step outside to breath some air
Or crack a window since my neighbors feel the need to stare
Yeah they give me that look like I'm Satan
And if were going by the books they're hatin'
But I get it cause I woke 'em up at seven with all my damn ejaculatin'
I'm so ashamed but not really, cause f*ck it life's a game
Some people crank it thrice a day, so who am I to blame
Myself for the faults in my past life
Gotta keep the car running we don't have time
To be worried bout the thoughts that are often false memories with a dash of some gaslight
Ohh
Im fiending
For the clarity from beating my demons
This rap's like a diary entry, cause where the f*ck else would I talk about semen
I know, I'm constantly so, extraordinarily out of reason
But I promise if your trust the process, you'll understand its my f*ckin' season
I'm growing up I guess
But I still joke like I'm 16
Just moreso with my chest
So there's no room for a misread
Yeah I did things, in the past that might make you think one way
Along the lines of being too childish, but nothing like Jared from Subway
Had to boss up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so why in the f*ck would I not win
BITCH
J-j-just bear with me
Alright? Yeah, okay
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I take the time to please myself
I need some help, the way I spray the room got me reading braille
Making Jesus yelp with each stroke
I need some Kale from the bistro
Cause I'm tryna fix my lifestyle up, before I fail with a weak throw
Got a habit for bleeding the weed (wait)
Hittin the sack (nah)
Shootin the seed (wow)
But I had it once my self esteem
Started peddling backwards, yeah that's not what I need
I'm tryna give my health a longer runtime
So I can get some wealth in my bloodline
I know this not what niggas rap about but hear me out for the one time
I'm growing up I guess
Even more so than last year
More hairs grew on my chest
But I still don't like draft beer
Yeah I lack fear, deleted snapchat cause that app's weird
Yeah I'm weeding out crap like a pap smear
No cancer, no bullshit, no cap here
Yeah I'm bossed up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so how in the f*ck would I not win
(Period)
Everyday I wake up in the morning and I step outside to breath some air
Or crack a window since my neighbors feel the need to stare
Yeah they give me that look like I'm Satan
And if were going by the books they're hatin'
But I get it cause I woke 'em up at seven with all my damn ejaculatin'
I'm so ashamed but not really, cause f*ck it life's a game
Some people crank it thrice a day, so who am I to blame
Myself for the faults in my past life
Gotta keep the car running we don't have time
To be worried bout the thoughts that are often false memories with a dash of some gaslight
Ohh
Im fiending
For the clarity from beating my demons
This rap's like a diary entry, cause where the f*ck else would I talk about semen
I know, I'm constantly so, extraordinarily out of reason
But I promise if your trust the process, you'll understand its my f*ckin' season
I'm growing up I guess
But I still joke like I'm 16
Just moreso with my chest
So there's no room for a misread
Yeah I did things, in the past that might make you think one way
Along the lines of being too childish, but nothing like Jared from Subway
Had to boss up, my conscience was pleading to lock in
I was wasting away in that cave, surviving off lays and making my cock bend
That's not entirely true but the route I was on was honestly not it
Cause as I implied, bro I am that guy, so why in the f*ck would I not win
BITCH
Writer: Jalen Porter
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