Take this as a confessional
Cus when I'm out here man I never feel professional
I'm 21 but I'm out here feeling hella grown
I know some people wish me harm and hope I die alone
Like why the violent tone?
But I digress
I'm feeling blessed
A couple hundred dollars monthly is my Buddha's rent
I gotta keep myself higher than my expectation
But leaving bed is kinda hard
Cus I'm still in the basement
I know I'm young and this just the beginning
Paranoid so I'm cold to these bitches
And the ice I'm skating on keeps on thinning
I've seen em scheming so I leave em alone
Stay with my wifey at home
I hope she with me forever
Or Til death do us wrong
F*ck it I'm on one
Or maybe two or half a dozen
Cus this anxiety wont let me meet with death's cousin
Nothing
These mother f*ckers looking like bitch you bluffing
But they don't know nothing
Yeah
Take this as a confessional
When it comes to words I've never been professional
I'm 21 but I'm out here feeling hella grown
I know some people wish me harm and hope I die alone
Like why the violent tone?