Don't Change

Bitch I'm Kaddy, laddy from the eastside
The type of guy your mama love, wants me to be your hubby
Your daddy loves me, took me out to talk about my future
Told him I'ma be the best producer in this country
Now he wanna be my buddy
Beat and delete, nah, more like wife and worship
Leave the scatty gals for instagram
Call that entrepreneurship
When they pull up at your door in 10 years with 3 kids
'Cause I'll be laughing, you've been sticking your dick in the wrong bitch
GCSE's were a breeze, but then it got too cold
And Kaddy just got tired, so kaddy had to go
The teachers said it was a bad decision
But now I chop up loops with surgical precision for a living
Yeah I'm bitching, glitchin', stichin'
A culture vulture, nah, I'm a cultural chameleon
So different from you bitches, I'm Bohemian
Storm clouds gather 'bove my head
But I no longer fear the path I tread, so I step
I won't let it

Let it, let it, change you
Let it, let it, change you into another man

Bitch it's tricky when your friends all love the sticky-icky
You're the only sober person in this city
All the girls you used to fancy, now they're at this party with you
Hug and kiss you, 'cause they miss you
But then choose the baddies
That's a life of Kaddy issue
So I keep my head down, my hometown feels dead now
Truth be told, I kind of always found it strange how
I've never felt at home in this time or this place
And I'm left chasing a rose-tinted vision of an age I've never lived in
So I escape into my fantasy of outer space
Where my music bangs and where I've found my happy place
Meditate, then I medicate
Memories that harken back a couple years
Nostalgia help me illustrate
Those summer nights were magic, manic fires in my garden causing parents panic
Mythic parties, never seen a gram of ket or xanax
Grew up way before you all and now I want to be a kid
I find it fucking tragic

Let it, let it, change you
Let it, let it, change you into another man



Credits
Writer(s): B. Mokrski
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