Left to my own devices, yeah, I'm on my own, man
Talk to Jesus Christ when I feel alone
Busy going insane, scratching at styrofoam
Wanna hear a noise, don't care if it's through my headphones
Yeah, it's cool, you think I'm bulletproof
Take a shot to the chest, one, maybe two
Kick me when I'm down, right, waiting for the hound bite
"Man, your voice don't sound good" Yeah, that sounds about right
Because I don't really care what you think or what the others think
Rapping on my own track, I don't need a kitchen sink (Ooh)
Listen, think for a minute while I go to chorus
First song on the project, can't stoop to four chords
Purpose over money, ain't it funny?
I just wanna feel alive (Live, live, live)
And I don't really care if it's a vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
On and on, I'm just singing along
Gonna go and live to die 'cause my life, it ain't long, yeah
Tell my mom that I'll end up in heaven
'Cause I never thought I need suppression
But these synths are murder weapons
Second-guessing my direction, I don't need to soul search
I've been pressed with all these sessions, banking on a growth spurt (Doo-doo-doo)
Maybe I need to go first, you shoulda' had my coat searched
'Cause I've been packing heat, been discrete, "Younger brother, go search"
My music, you can hate it, I'm making beats in a basement
I can just yell upstairs: "Look, momma, we made it!"
'Cause look, momma, this cadence just shook my inspiration
Never thought being vulnerable would be intimidating
Purpose over money, ain't it funny? I just wanna feel alive
Hey, hey
Hey, it's soft as drywall
It's soft as drywall
It's soft as drywall