Straight to my Head

Never been better
I get shit off my chest
Always more to learn
It goes straight to my head
My flow's great? Yes, I bet
It goes straight to my head
I throw shade like my bad
It goes straight to my head

I spoke with the Wvlf, better yet I grew up with him
Some of y'all should've had a sneaking suspicion
I was bound to spit at some point, but just listen
I was just envisioning and reminiscing
All about different situations and outcomes
And how come my premonitions haven't come to fruition
Wasn't this what you wanted? Talking to myself now
Lost and found, this cycle repeats itself now
Often misunderstood, I grew up on the outskirts of South Park neighborhood
One older brother, loving mother and father
A fortunate conglomerate, don't bother me
My introverted ass was most probably
Hidin' in my room playin' video games
Lots of media consumed it shaped me into who I was
You think my childhood was so great
But it really was just a lonely fate

Never been better
I get shit off my chest
Always more to learn
It goes straight to my head
My flow's great? Yes, I bet
It goes straight to my head
I throw shade like my bad
It goes straight to my head

I'm thinkin' who would miss me if I got up and left swiftly
Which individuals have I contacted?
Another day another grand scheme a new tactic
I throw on a new song, I like it, so I blast it
Some new inspiration, to some a realization
They ain't gonna ever do shit just forget it
Like dementia did I mention that I'm terrified of that?
And gettin' old too fast and your life flies by
And that's all fine if you live it and enjoy it
But ya getting' so annoyed 'cause ya
Stuck in some job and your friends you avoid
And you start to question whether it's even worth it
Just to stay employed by some money hungry CEO
Like it's a game you gettin' toyed with
Like a broken pencil it all starts feelin' pointless
You try to speak up, all of a sudden you are voiceless

Never been better
I get shit off my chest
Always more to learn
It goes straight to my head
My flow's great? Yes, I bet
It goes straight to my head
I throw shade like my bad
It goes straight to my head

I know you know my story, I ain't gotta read the shit to ya
Same old shit, some unknown bitch
From a tiny little town you ain't ever even heard of
Chasin' fame and fortune; blah, blah, you done know what's up
But I'ma do it different I can say whatever I want
I can talk about my past and my trauma
This is my therapy, I been sleepin' on this shit
Like I was dressed in my pajamas honestly
I speak my mind for example I was thinkin' back
I woulda slept with any bad bitch that I used to work with
That had an ass so thick, flower tat on her hip
But only if her name was Megan, I was beggin'
But goddamn when she wore them leggings
I begin to think I wasn't ready
I just wish I knew then what I know now
It's all good though in the end it worked out
Now I come correct; red underline; spell check