No Hook

[Verse 1]
I spend my Mondays like Friday (Hooray)
I spend my Fridays in a box with my heart of my whinin'
I put my pinings on a pedistals 'til they keepin' them grounded
What's that, amountin' to nothin'?
Let's make somethin' from nada
Let's go to Gucci and Prada, set the buildings on fire
Screamin' death to designer while we listen to Panda
I'm on a grown-man-baby-face kind of a tantrum
Bitch, I'm spreadin' like cancer did in my father's skeleton
Damn (Fortnite)
Sad that he gone while I'm crying to help with the might
Could've done embellishing and more better with mеdicine
Than a spoonful of sugar, watchin' everything go down
That's a long way, pray that I nеver see the ground
Fuck a long day, I swear there's a better me around
Just gotta grab it, this is magic, this is switch from lost and found
Think my baggage do a backflip, stick the landin', hit the town
With my homies smokin' spliffs until our lungs burst
We some songbirds who made our way out of the cage
We all some dumb nerds, probably should get to actin' our age
But where's the fun in that?
We goin' fishin' but dreams are kept in tact
Skippin' plans, playin' hookie on school days
You make your place in your world
Don't let them try to tell you otherwise, this is it
Life's like a party out with Pennywise
That's a stroke of my ego out the tip of a fountain
Pen me in, swear to God I'd love a box to break out of
Fuck comin' 'round the mountain, I'ma run straight through it
This be some gray Buick music
Like a budget be cooler than ballin' out when the economy fruitless
And the ecosystem nervous like a school full of shooters
Keep it all on the loot, like a rapper producer
God watch it and he laughin' like it's all a big joke
Maybe that's the way to tackle all this hardship on the road of life
Like, if somethin' isn't goin' right, well then that's the way it goes

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Don't need a hook for this sermon, I think these words'll do perfect
If you seen trauma and heartbreak, best you give it a purpose
If you try then it's worth it, truth is life is uncertain
Lookin' through all of the curtains, I see the all of a person
Happy days, we deserve 'em, just know that karma is certain
This one's for Soda and Loma, hope you know all of you perfect
Look past the moment on surface and see the beauty behind it
There's always somethin' new to offer but bullshit usually blind us
So put your blind ears to the BS, get to running your hardest
Get yo' excuses in target, pulled a trigger, they dead (Pew, pew)
This a fuck you to the voice that tell you no in your head
This a sprint through the rap race
A little bit of past days
So forth inside a passage while we hangin' with Greg (What's up, Greg?)
Hope you take this call for action in this EP 'bout relaxion
Know the truth is, for everybody, somebody there
And that love, that shit exist everywhere
All you need to do, grab it, with every part of your tragic
Comes a lining of platinum, if your passion is there
So get your pain, yeah, throw it all in the air
And let it hang