Let me tell you bout my month yall
Endless shoppin’, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy
My shrink don’t think that helps at all
Whatever, that man aint wearin’ these leather pants
I diagnosed my damn self, these damn pills aint workin’ fam
In my spare time, punchin’ walls fucking up my hand
I know that shit sound super cray
But if you had my life you’d understand
But, I cant fold
Some poor soul got it way worse
We’re all troubled in a world in trouble
It scary to have a kid walk this Earth
Im what you made God
Fuck YES im so odd
Thinkin’ bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
Hmph
When it rains it pours
Whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
Everyday to find sane’s a chore
Amidst a dream with no exit doors
– KiD CuDi