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While my grandmothers' scarf comforts me

But you look ugly

And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company

Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably

Depressed through this dimension

And I think I failed to mention

That I feel like I been running outta seconds

Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface

Following my dreams feel like following my death wish

She said she knows just how that stress gets

When you hungry and you just trying to eat breakfast and nobody feels your message feel

Good Enough to wake up and then fall back asleep

It's a bad car to go get involved into like half the bullshit that I see

Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right

I spit that shit that give the feeling of the seaside

Hungover in Pitts

But with the flick of the wrist

Yo I can kick shit like this

I be as good as it gets

Even through armor vices

My inner being Rastafarian

Always one-hunnid three-times you'll get spartacus

What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists

Said I'm an artist *****, do this *****t so artifice

In it for the hard*****ps the nonsense of reaping attention

Homie rolled up a blessing

We in a world with no exits

You gotta give me a second

Straighten up and get balanced

My homie flipped on a record

I beat it up ain't no challenge

I smoke that **** while my grandmother's scarf comforts me

But you look ugly

And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company

Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably

Depressed through this dimension

And I think I failed to mention

That I feel like I've been running outta seconds

Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface

Following my dreams (let's go) feel like following my death wish

Ayo reach and you slip a backpedal

I do my homework blazed and gets A's I'm mad mellow

I here the sad fellows get they fix when I spit

Like the sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit

Sometimes life is full of shit too many damn to-do lists

But yo I learned if you ain't coolin' you just being foolish

I used to think that i'ma die early, like mid-thirties

But **** that i'ma rise early, and ride dirty

I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it

I try to walk with God but got some holes up in my slippers

And so I keep on slippin'

Get tangled in the mischief

So in a nut-shell I'm just a sinner named Christian

But still they keep me spinnin' when they drinkin' on they lonely

I'm rollin' like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music shit

And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro)

Everybody rockin' plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up)

I smoke that **** while my grandmother's scarf comforts me

But you look ugly

And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company

Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably

Depressed through this dimension

And I think I failed to mention

That I feel like I've been running outta seconds

Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface

Following my dreams feel like following my death wish

Ayo let it go

Damn, damn

Damn yo

Damn