Did I Fail?

Did I fail? Did I fail?
Well it's been a rocky road
And I cannot tell, cannot tell
I just put my heart and soul in this shit
Got some niggas yeah I owe them a bit
New York winters yeah it's colder than a bitch
You'll get splinters if you hold on to the bench
So I move, move, move, move

Why you ain't on yet?
You ain't make the right song yet?
I thought it'd be rad to pack up my bags
Moved to California
Literally living in the studio
I shower at a planet fitness
I ain't got no time for bitches
On the real I ain't even got space for my mom to visit
A year or two behind on my doctor visits
I can't afford health insurance
Young nigga in the machine like Neo
Young nigga in the machine like Florence
I just got Bills no Gates
Took an edible to feel no ways
And I still do not feel so great
When your fans listened in the 6th grade
Man you really start to feel your age
I had pull the rug out from under me
I swore that by now I'd be living comfortably
While I was out drunk getting girls to fuck with me
My best friend co-founded a fucking company
I should count my blessings I feel you fam
But I'm still light years away from where I wanna be
So if you think about it, I'm closer to where I was
I want to pull up on a college campus with my hand out
And slap the optimism out a student on a planned route
The girl that you dating is not who you'll marry
Enjoy graduation, the tale of the fairies
I'm sorry for hating I just really been fucking depressed
Damn

Did I fail? Did I fail?
Well it's been a rocky road
And I cannot tell, cannot tell
I just put my heart and soul in this shit
Got some niggas yeah I owe them a bit
New York winters yeah it's colder than a bitch
You'll get splinters if you hold on to the bench
So I move, move, move, move

Gee I'm low
I feel as mid as the weed I roll
I kid, I kid, you can see I'm dope
Through my IG pictures can't see I'm broke
Who got bread yeah I need loaf?
Too much uber eating
Always had a big forehead
Talking to my forehead like nigga why are you receeding
I'm tryna face this shit
My last relationship was like 5 years ago
I don't trust anyone high or minimal, highly cynical
Lost a friend or two but don't tweet subliminals
Rappers blowing up off a hell of a reach
Like damn these niggas much better than, please
Shit ain't that deep got my head in the sea
I should stop kicking shells on the beach
Poor little 401 K
Don't got no 401K
I meet my women at a bar
I don't being on dates
Shit I don't even got car
I got like four in different states
They'll probably choose up April showers
I swear it's pouring when it rains
Did I fail, weighing success on a little scale
I've been in a funk in a lil spell
Tryna get out like Lil Rel
Lacking reason that's a real jail
Overthinking that's a real L
Over seasoned that'll kill snails
Done believing I don't got time
I walk the line between here and hell
Find some meaning you'll feel well



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Sardoni, Unknown Unknown
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