On My Own
My family fucking hellbent on tryna make me graduate so fuck it I won't hesitate
Besides
The rap game right now
Full of fucking flatulence and ass kissing and car leasing fake partnerships
I'm not the one to barter with I'd use you as a bargain chip
Then blame it on the art of this you cooning in the truest sense
Dancing in those fucking chains no wonder you don't own yo shit
You waste that change while I waste my brain
To find the fucking heart of it
In hopes to pull some art from it
Guess I like he depends on change
It's just a different type of sense
Pardon me a moment I'm just simply tryna hone this
Part of me that wants to see a organ piece on organ keys
As I play softer melodies than Ms. Alicia's diary
Now I feel inspired see
So shout out to them prodigy's
And shout out to them probablys that from the jump
Ain't vibe wit me before you got to hear a note
Before you got to hear a breath
Drop yo fucking number cause when I make it bitch we gon text
So shout out to that girl down in Houston that got the fattest chest
And shouts out to my niggas in Houston that got me robbing splits
And shouts out to that beauty in Houston since I can't drop yo name thinking
You should hit Me even though I'm different nothing's shifted
Now what
Yea I still feel the same
Girl I'm furtherest thing from Drake trust ain't a thang changed
I've been too busy please don't get offended
But fuck it if you do since my heart you demolished
I never like the smell of flowers why'd I try ya
Now I'm crying while I'm analyzing most of my life
I spent afraid did I talk right did I walk right was
I too black was I off-white did the white girls love me
Cause I talked right did the black girls hate me did
I talk white were my parents happy it was long nights
It was dog days it was hard times my brothers gay is that a sound bite
I feel better wrong than I feel right I want hella kids
I wanna a brown wife I wanna spazz out on every damn mic
I wanna feel good I wanna live life I wanna do right
I wanna see shit I wanna be shit I tryna do shit
That's true shit you a nuisance you not proven say you rich
Then I gotta see you prove it buy a school bitch
Build a hospital build a library yea I thought
And I'm done with this so it's peace bitch
I'm outta here so it's peace bitch
Besides
The rap game right now
Full of fucking flatulence and ass kissing and car leasing fake partnerships
I'm not the one to barter with I'd use you as a bargain chip
Then blame it on the art of this you cooning in the truest sense
Dancing in those fucking chains no wonder you don't own yo shit
You waste that change while I waste my brain
To find the fucking heart of it
In hopes to pull some art from it
Guess I like he depends on change
It's just a different type of sense
Pardon me a moment I'm just simply tryna hone this
Part of me that wants to see a organ piece on organ keys
As I play softer melodies than Ms. Alicia's diary
Now I feel inspired see
So shout out to them prodigy's
And shout out to them probablys that from the jump
Ain't vibe wit me before you got to hear a note
Before you got to hear a breath
Drop yo fucking number cause when I make it bitch we gon text
So shout out to that girl down in Houston that got the fattest chest
And shouts out to my niggas in Houston that got me robbing splits
And shouts out to that beauty in Houston since I can't drop yo name thinking
You should hit Me even though I'm different nothing's shifted
Now what
Yea I still feel the same
Girl I'm furtherest thing from Drake trust ain't a thang changed
I've been too busy please don't get offended
But fuck it if you do since my heart you demolished
I never like the smell of flowers why'd I try ya
Now I'm crying while I'm analyzing most of my life
I spent afraid did I talk right did I walk right was
I too black was I off-white did the white girls love me
Cause I talked right did the black girls hate me did
I talk white were my parents happy it was long nights
It was dog days it was hard times my brothers gay is that a sound bite
I feel better wrong than I feel right I want hella kids
I wanna a brown wife I wanna spazz out on every damn mic
I wanna feel good I wanna live life I wanna do right
I wanna see shit I wanna be shit I tryna do shit
That's true shit you a nuisance you not proven say you rich
Then I gotta see you prove it buy a school bitch
Build a hospital build a library yea I thought
And I'm done with this so it's peace bitch
I'm outta here so it's peace bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Jeffery Frehner, Jordan Alexander Lerner, Sean Michael Prahinski
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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