Lyrics
We'll live when I flip the clutch
We will start living when I release the clutch.
Days when I wasted a lot
Days when I wasted a significant amount of time.
Some days I was waste like plums that ain't been ate for months
Some days I felt useless, like neglected plums left uneaten for months.
Months in this place are glum
Months in this place are depressing.
Food that I ate hit my tum
The food I consumed affected my stomach.
Can't settle fairy tale skin pebbles, raised in slums
I can't settle for a fairytale; my skin has roughened, raised in slums.
Somehow I gotta make me some, I ain't tryna stay at mom's
I need to find a way to make a living; I don't want to stay with my mom.
Mom said don't play with guns, banging and playing on drums
Mom advised against playing with guns, but I engaged in risky activities.
Slanging in under no thumb, made me draw from my fund
I operated without being under anyone's control, drawing from my resources.
Putting on pie and eating crumbs
Struggling financially, making do with minimal resources.
Get rich till ya die don't mean that much
Accumulating wealth until death doesn't hold significant value.
Could be anyone that wouldn't be me
It could be anyone else, but it wouldn't be me.
Believing everyone except for me
I believe everyone except myself.
All I need is TLC, block it out with THC
All I need is tender loving care, blocking out reality with THC.
You would know if you seen what I seen
If you experienced what I have, you would understand.
Ain't smooth like Maybelline
I'm not as smooth as Maybelline cosmetics.
Count me out like 1, 2, 3, poof, I'm gone say my move was strong
Count me out easily; I disappear with a strong move.
Bite it between my teeth, said I'm moving 'long
Biting on challenges, claiming I'm moving forward.
Do you know where I've been?
Do you know the places I've been?
Back and forth to Timbuktu, still, I come through like Mr. Sheen
Traveling extensively but still making an impact.
Dealing with Charlie Sheens, sad times, can you play the strings?
Dealing with difficult situations, can you handle it?
No cut, no seam, looks could kill and I've got high beams
No flaws, no seams; my appearance is striking and intense.
Out of touch, off my line, they got laws but I can't comply
Disconnected, not following the rules.
Out of luck, must be blind
Unlucky, maybe oblivious to my blessings.
Been blessed so much, still I question my existence
Despite blessings, questioning the purpose of my existence.
Without a pot to piss in, distant
Without resources, feeling distant.
Travel distance, I am Mr. Kiddlin
Traveling far; I am a child at heart.
Can't contain my position
Unable to contain my position or emotions.
No optimism, say I'm optimistic
No optimism, though people say I'm optimistic.
Narcissistic, hard to sit with
Narcissistic and challenging to be around.
Middle part and split the difference
Dividing opinions, treating myself to a metaphorical exorcism.
Me, treat me to exorcism
Bad decisions and a negative outlook.
Bad decision, pessimistic
Conflicted about fitting a description.
Conflict about fit description
Internal conflict about identity.
Misunderstanding don't know what I'm planning
Misunderstood, unsure of future plans.
Paint a different picture
Presenting a different version of myself.
Need a safe line and life in the caption
Seeking safety and a meaningful life.
Why you live for Insta?
Questioning the pursuit of validation on social media.
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