longsleeveunder - don't think too hard Lyrics

I mix my coffee with the coffeematte
I overslept, I think I'm gonna be late
It's longsleeve with the mullet fade
Old school vans and the hoodie way too big
Get off my shift, make music
Knew it was too expensive but I still went copped a new whip
She thought I was Italian, I'm Cuban
Her whole mood switched
Purple Sprite inside a Flanny's cup
I'm having trouble standing up
How you gon' make it in music if you hate cameras
F*ck,
I think about this a lot yo why'd you have to bring that up
By now I really thought I would've made it
But I'm still here at the restaurant just waiting
This that shit that make you wanna skate
I tried to learn but yo I wasn't great
I came up playing baseball
I quit when I saw 8 Mile
My pops had an interface, plugged it in, started to make songs
I had a bunch of different names dawg
Back at home they still call me Mo
I let it slide cause they saw me grow,
Longsleeve

Used to be so clear
It's kinda blurry now
Don't think too hard
You got nothing to worry about
We goin' up, up
In a hurry now
We goin' up, up
You got nothing to worry about