Meseeks

Lyrics

I.Q. 150 but I failed all my classes Ain't seen a thing in years, can't afford a pair of glasses Can't drive a forklift, barely read, can't sort shit Blew enough slow kill funds to buy a Porsche with I ain't bout to yell out my name seventy times Like I would when I was younger, there's much more on my mind Coming up they didn't really listen, only focused on appearance Over all they shit talkin couldn't follow what they hearin Though I said it clear, I took this serious from the start of it Said a lot of crazy shit when drugs was at the heart of it That's no excuse, I'm just trying to grow as a person So every year that pass I can say I see a better version Cause some of my homies don't get to see this, they had to leave us Won't be with me to chief that expensive chronic in big arenas I sip it and pour it out for em, grind up and light a pound for em Grippin the mic, screaming with tears hittin the ground for em Y'all don't know shit about that, ain't got no other choice Impossible to keep employed, only built for makin noise They question how I came up, say I got weak composure Know nothing about my childhood, them tapes and them posters Whole generation nostalgic for past shit Cause everything advanced more in twenty years than it ever did So I'm just tryin to write a timeless epic like I'm Homer Though I'm far from fuckin sober with this green glazed over Never heard of sober, I'm just in my jammies and some ripped shoes That I can barely tie on my own, that's them Autism blues Ain't gon box with em, you bitches ain't worth the work Of bookin Mauro to commentate while you make your way to dirt from the verses They shake nervous, can't bear the weight of the word Or the world that I try to paint, swear the place that I live in's cursed and it's just gettin worse Trying to fight it, I put my life in this If one person vibing the time that I spent writing is worth it Feel like I'm already dying so I don't waste sand Throwing up blood in the morning, still I don't give a damn I don't get to switch lives man, I'm just trying to get by Since way back blowing T mid gettin high Never saw the kind of opportunities that you assumin Think cause I'm white and gay that no one shoot at me That's lunacy, you wasn't me, you wouldn't be, you couldn't see Half of the shit that's made me so fucked, I can barely look at me They only pay attention when I plug the mic in Yet I signed up for this, I'll dance til my life end Couldn't be no lawyer or doctor, I'm way too honest and awkward And fuck a cop or prison guard, crackheads ain't allowed to run for office Bout to dookie on em They see my fingers movin look like I been typing columns Some hatin, others honest where they jaw was Des said the carpet, I just nod and feel humbled often Y'all dick slingin, don't understand the weapons of war That you playin with, and I ain't referrin to whatever steel you store I chew up opponents like Majiin Buu, can barely follow through Your head throbbin, feelin question marked, Stephen Thompson you With philosophic, knowledge, I dispense Feel connected to something other, that's why I get so intense when I do this Y'all fall asleep on the stage in a pool of vomit Got homies from way back trying to sell me they Xan or Molly (damn) Ain't seen em in months, they think I'm Lil Pump Cause I dress stupid, I'm drunk, and my rides thump You must've got it fucked, I ain't with these midgets and minions They think the planet flat, they don't know a fact from they opinion They obsessin over petty shit, they borderline brainless Gotta check they Facebooks to remember they own ages Everything is changin, so fuckin fast I feel ancient I can't believe the shit they playin when I switch to this station I been training like I'm Cody Garbrandt, with the hard hands With these bars man, feel like I'm part demon, part man Devil Jin, mama told the doc "nothing settle him He never sleep, they just peddle drugs and call it medicine" Yeah that's real shit, don't want my children to feel this I remember mama couldn't pay for fuckin field trips They always seem to fire me quick, but I eat beats Guess I'm built for one reason like a fuckin Meseeks, look at me