Lyrics
[Freestyle] EP drops tomorrow, I should probably rest now, Folder full of finals looking more like a guest house. Final mix, final mix two, final-final_fix, Final-final-really-this-one, little liar bitch. Uh. Eight tracks on the list but got sixteen in my basement, My Obsidian is looking like a hostage situation. I was meant to make a project, made a small mistake and, Every demo wants custody and weekend visitation. In Good Standing, barely standing, knees locked, Back curved, black coffee, three tabs, cheap socks. Still don’t want the bag, I just want the beat knocked, Keep the profit in your pocket, I've already fuckin' detoxed. Beautiful Death, that’s my pretty little plague one, Warm for December, everybody bring a raygun. Chemical sky, debt sleep, lease up, Made the end of the world sound nice, neat stuff. Beachfront Property got the old heads grinning, Two point five mortgage, golf clap, that's good living. Ocean hit the driveway, "Holy shit we've gotta list it” Business calls it vision but that shit is sick and twisted. Finger of God had the rent getting biblical, Coppers on the eyes, trying not to take it literal. Heaven doesn’t take food stamps, miserable. Put a price on a prayer, and you wonder why I’m cynical. Baby got a remix, old track, new tantrum, Dragged it out the crib and gave the little brat an anthem. No A\u0026R budget fuck an industry ransom you get- Sider in the room going feral at random. Somebody Like Me got my bad little mirror up, Open your message, never text back, classic. Blank journal, missed session, great therapeutic stuff, Said I’m doing the work while I’m never showing up. Talking 2 Myself, yeah, that one’s not a metaphor, That’s me with a sword by a TV I can’t afford. Is there anybody out there? Maybe check the second door. Oh, never mind, it’s me again. Very well. Carry on. So take a little time out'cha day, Thirty two minutes and change, maybe press play. I put a stupid amount of work in for a free little tape, Which is bad business, great bit, very on brand, Rae. No pressure though, obviously. Don’t be weird. I’ll be checking if you listened like I do not care. If it hits, tell a friend, if it don’t, fair play, I’ll write two more tonight and pretend I’m okay.