New Skill

I got These tired eyes That so badly wanna see my dreams
I got this bruised ego that finds problems within everything
I'd gladly take the fame but only if respect with it
I'd be in law school right now if a bigger check did it
Can't make rap into a sandwich
But I go ham cus I'm famished
Eating off the bread I can manage
Might starve before fall I'm gnawing on the canvas
A few pills prescribed by the psych doctor
Bro that's a
Don't ask me for help I don't give a fuck
Y'all fucked me when I was fucked so fuckin deal with your fuckin up
Von voyage hoe don't excuse me for my French
I'm finally in the game sip that water on the bench
There's no prize when you survive I hope I find one in the end
Hope I don't look back and still think that life's a bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Loveless
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