Brainstorming

I got anger issues
And I don't wanna fix 'em
The world is fucked up
Why should I be different
I grew up with killers
And drug dealers
Still the fucking cops
Only gang I'm scared of
I'm scared of being a failure
So I hide all my layers
I know this isn't fair
To those who love me dearly
My Brian don't think so clearly
I see you all is dreary
Yeah go ahead sleep on greatness
It only fuels the fury

I ain't giving bad thoughts
I done worked my ass off
Put this on my momma
I'mma fuck me up some commas
I ain't never being sadness mascot
Doing what I can not
Put that on my daddy
I'mma hustle 'till I'm happy
Fuck a bad thought
Fuck a bad thought yeah

Oh no
The struggle only made me want it more
I feel it the hole
That supposed to be my soul
I can't hold it back, no
I work it 'till it's hurting
Because death the only certain
Thing at all
All
Yeah, I know that I am worth it
I've been searching
Even if I'm gonna fall
Fall
Yeah, yeah this ain't for my vanity
This is for my sanity
It's keeping me alive
It's been guarding my humanity
I'd rather be in fucking poverty
And fulfilled
Than be miserable and drowning in these hundred dollar bills
Bitch

I ain't giving bad thoughts
I done worked my ass off
Put this on my momma
I'mma fuck me up some commas
I ain't never being sadness mascot
Doing what I can not
Put that on my daddy
I'mma hustle 'till I'm happy
Fuck a bad thought
Fuck a bad thought, yeah

Eating Thai on a Sunday
By myself like always
Maybe someone love me someday
Maybe someone love me someday
I guess I really have to embrace
Solitude they didn't have the faith
Drop the tape like no plays
I don't care it's all okay
How could it be
Never had humility
With this ability
I know that you is feeling me
Infinity
Finna be
Short
Of course
I say a fuck chemical imbalance like intercourse
King's blood runs through my veins
Like I'm related Rey
And I got the force
There's no challenge
I'm great



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Franklin
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