Only smoked to contemplate
Only drink to compensate
All this demons in my life
A lot of problems on my plate
Eat it up, dinner finished
That's a first, arms malnourished
Feel like Caleb, boy get up
Shot of something just to function
Indie music on the playlist
Trap music for the flavour
Black people respect me now
Cut em all off once I'm famous
Mask off, hear the flutes
Liquor cough, down the chute
Got no friends anymore
Lot of issues just to boot
Write some lyrics, never rap em
All too personal, never happen
Lot of haikus in my docs
Only rhyming when I'm rapping
Otherwise I don't remember
Long lines of that whiter powder
Don't divide em like prime numbers
Got three reasons not to like you
For now I'm on my other stuff
Fight my demons when they call my bluff
Discontented with my life
Switch my water to something rough
Hit my school, bloody nose
Scrape my knee, mummy knows
I'm tryna man up nowadays
So please don't call the house phone bruh (I'm begging you)