Low Life
[Verse 1]
Seekin' all the shit that makes me feel like a fuck-up
Diggin' through the shit that all I really did was fuck up
Writin' letters to people that all swore that I fucked up
I told you take a step back because homie, you done fucked up. huh
You done fucked up, hey, I done fucked up, woah
Killin' angels, huh, like Diablo, hey
Monkeyin' around now, Camp Lazlo, hey
Gave her coco, she call me Pablo, huh
That's a shitty bar... fuck it
I'm whippin' ghosts and breakin' bands until I kick the bucket
She gave me little bits, bitch, I want all of it
I asked if we still friends, but she just like a puppet
She make my heart plummet, or is it only I
She can never know the shit that I try to hide
I'm slittin' both my wrists, but I don't wanna die
She asked me what is all that shit that I keep inside
I'm breakin' her off, I gave her a ten
She tellin' me stop, I'm makin' amends
Now she tryna fuck, I said it depends
She loadin' my gun, man, what's her intentions, yuh
[Sample: Neon Genesis Evangelion]
Kaworu Nagisa: "-And since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe life is pain... you are delicate like glass, that is, your heart is,"
Shinji Ikari: "It is?"
Kaworu Nagisa: "Yes, this is worth earning my empathy,"
[Verse 2]
The bitch ain't real homie, man, get your shit together
If you don't quit it now, you're gonna act like this forever
You're gonna trip with all this shit that you balancing
I'd send ya boy to help you, but you're imagining
Man, all this bullshit, bro, it's outta style
You gonna Lose Yourself, ricka-ricka, 8 Mile
You wonder why they run, bruh, you're so hostile
What you do is what you did, there ain't no free trial
You cryin' crocodile, huh, nowhere left to run
Wake the fuck up and quit swallowin' your gun
You're gettin' all F's, you're a shitty son
You bumpin' Migos 'til the sun comes
The fuck I gotta do to show you that it ain't like this?
You gettin' pissed and you're the only one who's writin' this
Mixin' pain with the joy like fuck a scientist
Know I'm spittin' straight facts, you can't deny this shit
I'm a vinyl junkie spinnin' all these fire verses
I'm fighting with some demons, (like a) fire versus
Really silly that she actin' like a nympho
Can even fuck her 'cause ya-(inaudible)
-Listen!
[Sample: [ASMR] Cozy Coffee Shop During A Thunderstorm (Roleplay)]
"-Travel here... I think I'm gonna try that trail... yeah, well, let me check the weather actually... okay, so, hundred percent chance of rain... only for like the next... half-hour? It'll probably clear up pretty fast... these kind of heavy storms, you know... they blow over,"