Smoke a blunt feeling lazy
Bout to be a little hazy
Wake up feeling more than wasted
The red pill's worse than the syntax
I'm sitting here, tryna be a real rapper
Tryna tell my shit but keep it good like it matters
I be talking slang, gibber, fuck grammar
Everyday that passes I get happier and sadder
Realizing what they think of me, It's hard to swallow but better
I'm chokin on my words as my face is getting redder
Gotta bust out my highlighter now, better get to work
The last year of my life is coming soon for what it's worth
When I wave bye to my friends what will I be
A god a demon a boy a man or is it in between
Don't know what I'm doing just sitting here
Reliving my memories as I shed a tear
Year eighteen is coming in a couple of months
Bout to be an adult but I still live with my mom
Bout to say fuck the vote, when I should run
Enlisted in the draft but fuck the gun
These supposed to be the best years of my life
But I feel like they passing away way too fast
T.V. always said two wrongs don't make a right
So why waste my time on a second chance