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My fucking humdrum conundrum,

humming, hoping for some sudden secundum

Accustomed to living under customs and wondering,

will I be someone or blundering, suffering,

 

Fuck it, what if I'm not prepared for this shit

Despair cause my chance might be thinner than a hair's width

I figure, could have fans and a mansion,

A spare for ma mere and grand parterre expansion

 

But I ain't kosher,

dealing (DILLing) with nightmares and overexposure,

Reality slipping closer, wishing I wasn't sober,

It's scary not knowing where you going, just rolling

Moreover,

I've got no closure, Daddy still loafing in that cozy enclosure

hope he getting fucked over.

Not like I don't miss him, but nobody's supposed to know,

That's why I keep it on the lower

 

Initially I only spit cause it was cool,

soon it got hot, So officially I blew, verses,

An ill villain serving up some doom,

leaving dudes wordless, yearning to hear part two

 

Writing lyrics cures the blues

But my fam fear its hurting my youth, ain't that the truth,

But you snooze you lose, so I do work where it's due