i been reading books to improve my looks
now im headed to the verse to improve my hook
headed to the hearse to improve my life
and im tryna get some head to satisfy my wife
i been lifting weights tryna strengthen my brain
i done gone missing tryna work on my aim
i aint even playing tryna work on my fame
and im on track but a nigga not trained
and im crack but its not cocaine
i been tryna find nirvana like kurt cobain
like lil uzi, i dont like lo mein
i aint fucking with no nigga like noname
i could go and get a gold digger for a gold chain
i could pull em out the water like a whole mermaid
but fuck it just judging by the look on her face
id rather date somebody on the sur...face.

Mermaid

waste of all this space, wasting all my life
wasted through the night, thank God I made it through the night
wasting all this space, wasting all my time
faded from a pipe ,i got this little light of mine
waste of all this space, moving out of spite
swinging left and right, tryna hit anything in sight
basking in the sun, tryna catch the rays
cause soon its gon be night, im tryna feel all the love in life

another lost soul, aint been myself since thirteen
cause all of the help, aint help me
an all of the hurt, it held me
now im like lionel messi, just trying to kick it professionally
i dont wanna think about all of the politics of it thats getting too messy
why do they all wanna stress me? feel like people love to press me
cant they tell that i got this deprsssion? oh now thats the point of contention
im trying to give my attention, im trying to give no objection
but once the perception starts stressing you out, thats like a lethal injection
they dont know im stuck in my comfort, theyre trying to son me like mumford
im just like them. trying to get through the day but make it to lunch first
but oh no man, they want my bubble burst. i know i should want that shit too
but why dont it feel like its meant to? and is it the pain im addicted to?
every convo is an interview, and usuallt they aint that into you
im cruising dolo through the city now, if lifes a play this is an interlude[i mean intermission but whatevever]
im missing my friends. they had the stories to tell and music to hip me to
alone in the end cause if i cant get over myself then i cant get to you

waste of all this space, wasting all my life
wasted through the night, thank God I made it through the night
wasting all this space, wasting all my time
faded from a pipe ,i got this little light of mine
waste of all this space, moving out of spite
swinging left and right, tryna hit anything in sight
basking in the sun, tryna catch the rays
cause soon its gon be night, im tryna feel all the love in life

raindrops

PPV (Austin’s Ideation)