LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
This is a compilation of the complication that I’ve been experiencing on this yearly basis, 
Many of you know me, but to most I am nothing but strange face, 
And this, 
Music that you hear, which is hopefully appealing to your ear, 
Is quite simply a story of my life, 
And I don’t care if you don’t care, 

Cause I’m aware of all the stigmas, 
And the fears of being different, 
But really we’re very much alike, I made this shit in a room above my kitchen, 

If you listen to these songs and then see me you’d prolly think your tripping, 
I can hide my problems well and release them in ways you don’t envision, 

I’ve been reminiscing over bitches and blunts that I used to burn down bridges, 
I’m quite okay now, I promise
But these songs are from when I was the illest 

I use clocks, follow the best time, 
I shoot free throws from the three-line 
So I practice being behind, 
If you hear my story, maybe you can see why, 
I’m scatterbrained, indecisive, yet I’m as strong as you all will ever be, 
My melody dancing with these trumpets, I’m unsure of what could be more heavenly, 

My demons took my soul, but I won’t let them take the rest of me, 
Three years til’ I’m 21, but this music will last a century,

But anyway, 
I’m a year free of the unhealthy and being a slave to conscious, 
I read myself bedtime stories, and checked under my bed for all the monsters,  
The skeletons inside my closet, and the liquor pouring out my faucet, 
Had me running circles in my head that I nearly passed out from exhaustion, 

I’ve had my fair share of doubters, 
But they were outnumbered by all my supporters, 
I am the captain of my ship, you’ll never see me take any orders, 
The waters were rocky, 
The flow is wavy, 
I could sit here and tell you that rap saved me, 
But hopefully you do instead, let’s see how many times y’all can replay me, 

I thought my time came, 
But she was just ridding me to perfection, 
I’m writing like a professional but never intend this to be my profession, 

I’ve learned a couple lessons, 
From constantly stressing, 
And messing up many god damn times,
You think I belonged in state correction,

My evolution and my progression is evident, 
Messages so real I could be selling it, 
These lyrics are heaven sent, 
Just saying them outloud them down for the hell of it, 

We smoke the loud that makes us quiet, 
Too foolish to stop from buying it, 
I’ll push the envelope until there’s so much money in that bitch, 
I can’t continue hiding it, 

This high that I’m on I continue riding it, 
The worst way to fight the itch, 
Of pondering of the first girl that I ever kissed and all the toxic things I miss, 

I make this for the kids, 
And girls who took me back to youthful summers, 
Rode over me with their baggage, 
Then pulled off in all pink hummers, 
Cause I learned something useful, 
Off each sinner whose gonna use you, 
You just walked into my story, 
And I assure it’s nothing but truthful, 

You can retreat to her story, 
But his story's much more fruitful, 
This story's gonna make history, 
It's the ANNUAL CHECKUP, 
I just introduced you,

ANNUAL CHECKUP

INTRO | CHECK-IN

I’ve come too far, & you’ve come too far too 

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