Boredom

I know that they will get mad at me
Every time I speak I'm talking down on all humanity
Everything I see just keeps me down just like it's gravity
Top spot blank, I fill it in just like a cavity
I think it's the vanity that leads us to insanity
People really live for Instagram and it's so sad to me
Before I talk about somebody else, I'll talk down on myself
And that's why I'm going crazy I might need some fucking help
Damn what
I don't really know what's wrong with me
Yea you like my tracks but that don't mean you'll make a song with me
Mold them like it's pottery, I'm trynna hit the lottery
Driving drunk I think I'm gonna crash like the economy
Damn
If I wanna leave they got the trap door for me
Don't play I'll put both ya mom and dad to sleep
Nowadays drugs hit harder than Muhammad Ali
That's why your face melting like Salvador Dalí
What a waste of life, should've been aborted
What waste of time, spending it recording
And the bass line sound all distorted
I don't chase dimes cuz they all boring
It's the same lines, getting so boring
It's the same lies keeping em going
When I speak my mind they all snoring
What a waste of life should've been aborted