Spiteful - Self-Serviced Lyrics

Boy musta canceled his plan he got no bars no bandwidth
Gotta keep my visions advantageous
They think I'm kidding guess they lifted off cannabis
My wisdom got me driven cause I'm gifted with damages
Boy musta dropped the ball, guess y'all ain't tryna score
I'ma keep on diving for more
I absorb and reform fore you know it I'm on top of this
I'm pouring out my folk lore don't matter what the topic is

This the only thing I do, ey
Lemme say that shit again this the only thing I do that shit true
Wanna prove I belong in a booth
Tryna keep that shit smooth but I'm lost in a ruse, yeah
So I roll with a boof pack
Pack it in a bowl take my mind off abuse that
Keeps me in a hole, cause I'm tryna be more whole
And I'm kinda needing goals, and I'm finding that we gotta be bold
You know I got a lot of gold in my thought streams
Wonder what them thoughts mean, feeling like a lost dream
So I just keep chasing, always so impatient, but I'm building
Basically ain't stopping till I make at least a million
Of my ideas come to fertility
Switching up all my gears to drive my abilities
To a new plane, I'd rather fly than be grounded
Reaching for the sky, cause the world has been drowned and
I ain't the best with swimming, toxic in my living, my living
That's a bitch and I been in the wrong condition
Need to get my system checked, need to check where I been sitting
I'm just looking for respect, but they resting on my vision slump with it
Done did it when I got up on the pad to go express myself
It got me to address my health
And I guess I'm well, but how to get my wealth
When I keep throwing all my assets at the stress I've felt, like

Boy musta canceled his plan he got no bars no bandwidth
Gotta keep my visions advantageous
They think I'm kidding guess they lifted off cannabis
My wisdom got me driven cause I'm gifted with damages
Boy musta dropped the ball, guess y'all ain't tryna score
I'ma keep on diving for more
I absorb and reform fore you know it I'm on top of this
I'm pouring out my folk lore don't matter what the topic is

I need this, I need this, I really f*cking breathe this
Lotta people watch but not a lot of people see this
Seamless, not quite, but we adopt rights
To keep our shots closer to hitting them spotlights
Maybe not sober doesn't mean that I'm not right
Got clarity, it's in the air you see
And they ain't fair to me, but I ain't worrying that
Because I dare to be, the one whose burning the atlas
Getting off the map shit
I'm tryna get back to basics, taking facts to face em
If they on the dash I chase em, they wanna bash I'll break em
No momma gonna walk me into drama that'll block me and my raising
And developing reason, a celibate season
But still celebrating each and every one of these demons, yeah
Can't tell me nothing when I'm melted and grieving just
Give me something that can help with the season
Till it changes, I really need a moment alone
But there ain't no space, I stay stuck in my zone
And it's so fake, and I loathe the shape
But in spite it on the low I know the shape is my own
I just need changes, I'm sick of always feeling alone
Almost like I'm trapped in my throne
And it's isolating, and my vices shape it
But writing on the low I know the shape is my own

Boy musta canceled his plan he got no bars no bandwidth
Gotta keep my visions advantageous
They think I'm kidding guess they lifted off cannabis
My wisdom got me driven cause I'm gifted with damages
Boy musta dropped the ball, guess y'all ain't tryna score
I'ma keep on diving for more
I absorb and reform fore you know it I'm on top of this
I'm pouring out my folk lore don't matter what the topic is