Self-Portrait
Slick back with a beanie cap
Got my muscle on
Blunt wrapped in my backpack
With a bag of bones
.40 in a couple takes
Beer n' bud I love the taste
Give me more, I must had faced
That Mary Jane, I'm in the grace
Lost soul raised by psychos in this wild west
30 is the residence
Can't afford to pay the rent
So I gotta get my hustle on
Make it out this pit
On the edge of my sanity
I'm feeling kinda bent
Hope you're ready for me
There is so much to see
Yes, Baker Maker who I be
Cooking up a tasty treat
Coming from a past some would call trash
That's another man's treasure so I wear it like a badge
Old school driving exploitation
Glued to the screen, just a creep in the making
Puttin' my imagination now all in the gutter
Late night channel surfin' for a portal bunker
Switch into sixth see redrum in the mix
Here's that new fix where you stones crispy kids
Melting into the floor high as fuck for no point
Ain't nothing better than smoking this joint
Doubling up, taking a puff
Fuck with me and I will buck
Super groovy most the time
But if you slip I'm steppin' up
Quit the junk buck you like a chump
Throw you in the trunk
Take you swimming with the fishes
I ain't leavin' till you're sunk
Bloody groove, come and play
I can't go outside today
Feel the sun is getting bright
And only at night is when I prey
Stalking I'm a walking graves
Smoking till I have no taste
Mindless creepin' in the streets
Hoping I can find a way
Craze, daze call me wicked
I'm shrieking for my bones
See my words they can sicken
Anyone who prays to ghosts
So just let me roast
I don't need you fucking preaching
I done seen too many things
Too many things that keep me thinking
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Got my muscle on
Blunt wrapped in my backpack
With a bag of bones
.40 in a couple takes
Beer n' bud I love the taste
Give me more, I must had faced
That Mary Jane, I'm in the grace
Lost soul raised by psychos in this wild west
30 is the residence
Can't afford to pay the rent
So I gotta get my hustle on
Make it out this pit
On the edge of my sanity
I'm feeling kinda bent
Hope you're ready for me
There is so much to see
Yes, Baker Maker who I be
Cooking up a tasty treat
Coming from a past some would call trash
That's another man's treasure so I wear it like a badge
Old school driving exploitation
Glued to the screen, just a creep in the making
Puttin' my imagination now all in the gutter
Late night channel surfin' for a portal bunker
Switch into sixth see redrum in the mix
Here's that new fix where you stones crispy kids
Melting into the floor high as fuck for no point
Ain't nothing better than smoking this joint
Doubling up, taking a puff
Fuck with me and I will buck
Super groovy most the time
But if you slip I'm steppin' up
Quit the junk buck you like a chump
Throw you in the trunk
Take you swimming with the fishes
I ain't leavin' till you're sunk
Bloody groove, come and play
I can't go outside today
Feel the sun is getting bright
And only at night is when I prey
Stalking I'm a walking graves
Smoking till I have no taste
Mindless creepin' in the streets
Hoping I can find a way
Craze, daze call me wicked
I'm shrieking for my bones
See my words they can sicken
Anyone who prays to ghosts
So just let me roast
I don't need you fucking preaching
I done seen too many things
Too many things that keep me thinking
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Justin Baker
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