F1, BUY 2 THERAPY (feat. B.LIN)

We're not sorry for Ferrari
Staring at Mclarens
When you come this far, from having things
It's hard to be embarrassed

Imagine if harriet tubman had ferrari
And Rosa could park that bitch in her driveway
2 seaters ain't meant for the poor
But people get tired of a taking back seat
Being underground and on a backstreet

Aint no controlling 'em
He hit the block with shoes that holes in em
He don't wanna wear fake shit no more
The girls at school been exposing em
Mama's at work
It aint no consoling em
Go in her purse
And he gon get stole on then
The jokes start when he stroll on in
Make 'em not not wanna come
He smart but his test scores look dumb
Missed so many classes that he flunk
Missed one to many baths and he stunk
He really good at math when he wants
He just needs to find a path for what he wants
Cars drive pass that he needs
For all the times somebody called him slow
He manifesting something with some speed

We're not sorry for ferrari
Staring at Mclarens
When you come this far, from having things
It's hard to be embarrassed

It's hard to shift your focus
When your clothes are bogus
And your taught your worthless
By the brand you purchase
Don't understand it fully
You become the bully
To be in your skin
More comfortably
But it's still a scab
Cuz you've never heal
Just perpetuating
What you're scared to feel
Wear and tear for real
Never in control
Tryna grip the road
From the steering wheel
Atleast you know how that Mclaren feel
It's a younger you that's staring still
So ignore whoever's looking down on you
Give that boy a lift and be prepared to build

We're not sorry for ferrari
Staring at Mclarens
When you come this far, from having things
It's hard to be embarrassed

Now once you start comparing success with material things
Which is what we're taught, or your self value
According to something material that'll break down in 4-5 years
And then you gotta get a new one
I mean