Uber Therapy

(I'm working on dying)
Oh shit, the VXM
Where is this Mazda? Where is that shit at?
Oh, right here

My Uber just asked me, "How are you?"
I said, "I'm good," I lied
Then he replied back, "That's good," cut him off and said, "I'm fine"
A lot of things been heavy, on my mind
Like I hate people, I really do
I hate when I don't know exactly what to do
I'm so nice, it's easy to play it cool
'Cause I really don't care, I'm really not moved
But life's not fair so you better make your move
Boy or girl, I don't care, dancing just like a groove
Why these niggas got so much shit to prove?

I ain't a liar, I just don't tell the whole truth
Like you could go harder but your shit just wack
Or I really like your makeup but not your eyelash
I really like this nigga but I don't want to gas
Can't be his friend 'cause he'd think I want him back
And I'm tired of everyone expecting me to be polite
I'm tired of everything being wrong or right

I can't sit by you niggas, all y'all smell
Might've told him I love him but I hope he goes to Hell
Tryna see shit for what it is, not from a cell
Don't hit me on my cell, I don't like to text
Only way niggas is gon' be able to reach me is through mail
Influenced a lot of you niggas just to be yourself
I could tell

And I can't say who's harder, I'm not a snitch
I can't tell
I don't see who's harder than me, I'm not blind, no braille
Treat her like my daughter, I'ma pop her, no pill
I ain't always chipper, I ain't happy, no meal
And your music didn't touch me, no consent, I didn't feel
(Hook kind of sound like) Bitch, better kill
(And I just might) Nah, shit I'm chill
Nobody ever wants me to let me finish my sentence
Pull up to the side, we at my location
Yeah, thanks for listening