Lyric

I just want to be an artist

Mommy, please

Mommy, please

Tell me what to do

Wearing a cardigan over a pro club tank top

Condenser microphone, MPK next to my laptop

Close my MacBook and open the window to smoke

Can I be stone? It's raining outside like a quiet storm

Drawing, reading, I haven't talked to my homies in a long time

I guess that's why I ain't got no dope rhymes

Sometimes, For an artist, that's a serious crime

All my energy just to keep myself alive

It's like time has stood still since 2020

My bank account and gas are both empty

Recently, I heard he was gonna buy a Bentley

I don't think I'll be motivated to do anything for half a century

I don't choose words, the words just choose me man

Picking out the bullshit with a toothpick yeah

I don't care whose bitch? whose money? who's lit? Well

And you gonna call me goofy as hell?

I lost my focus like a deep hypnosis

I noticed, I know this, Blue Cryptobiosis

I lost my focus like a deep hypnosis

I noticed, I know this, Blue Cryptobiosis