Cars, Bittch

Yo how you do that
Yeah

I'm feelin like I'm being hunted
Momma think I'm smoking told her open up my lungs yea
Catch me in the shower getting busy and it's 1:10
In these weird relationships
Like music is my wife and social media's her husband
Feelin like a cuck
I'm a little rusty
Writing shit that's mid as fuck but that's just what they want yea
God told me-
Rod told me if you make a fuss make it art
Don't argue with the Jetz
Lil itchy on my neck
Cause I know I'm still on read
Petty rap world
Pretty math girl
Taught me music is the drug that keeps you stable in your bunk bed
Wonder where my fucks went
8th grade waiting 'till I'm 70 at peace and never upset
I'll wonder how the pain felt
17 and praying that a god'll let my shame melt
17 inside a school and waiting till my fames held
M-A-N-S-I-O-N is how I like my name spelled
My life been a mess but you like Cyprus so you can't tell
Whole days shitty 'till I pass the sound of eight bells
I ain't even playin when I say I turned her straight
For real she said until she met me she thought she was gay
B-O-N-E-R-I-P
A million is hard to me
If I could tell myself in sixth grade
That I got women in the car with me
Then he'd be on his cocky shit
I'd still be an artist
And I'd still be in traffic dodging semis and them cars, bitch