My All Lyrics

Woke up here at 9 am

Another shitty day, ok, here we go again

On The Search for something real

Every day just constantly taking the pill

Don't tell me to calm down, I'm chill

I'm just spitting the facts like Meek Mill

Oh, I bet you didn't expect that

Pretty good intro, you really should respect that

You can try and inspect that

Just know that I really did check that

I've been working hard

Making songs with more than a couple bars

I don't need to spend money on nice cars

Hold on a sec, pause

It's that time again

Time to drive the hate train

With my very good friend

He's called Lucifer, have you met him before?

He'll tear you down like a whore

I've been bringing in the numbers but I still feel the same

Clout don't mean a fucking thing man, get that shit out your brain

You could be the richest motherfucker but you still can't defeat the pain

Clout, money, bitches, drugs, it don't mean a fucking thing

Don't celebrate my birthday

Cos my feelings are all grey

Put my mind on display

Always living life in a bad way

Yeah

I'm a master of rhymes

Cannot tell you how many times

That I've hit rewind

But I have to decline

All your raps

Cos they ain't better than mine

Yeah

Always tired

Uninspired

Not desired

Not required

Just expired

Bad attire

No supplier

Built empire

Michael Myers

Woo

Obsessing over my obsessions

I've learnt way too many lessons

I cannot deal with my depressions

I count up all my blessings

Then turn them all into curses

One day I'll be at the surface

But even right now I'm nervous

Tell me God, what is my purpose?

To write out these verses?

Tell you my curses

Close all the curtains

Tighten my circle

This shit universal

But I still can't be cheerful

Damn