MyRoomDoesntGetSun Lyrics

My room don't get no sun

I guess I won't have fun today

When I expand my lungs I bottle up like carbonation

Hands so shaky

How you blame me for the mess you made

First you take me like a joke and now I'm opiates

They ducking like sidechain

No side hoes

In my lane

Sleep with one eye open

No such thing as too safe

Candy paints no sugar coats

I manage pain with antidotes

I used to pray right to the lord

But someone pulled the landline

My skull's field of landmines

I'm blowing things out of proportion

I'm the more important person, the rest of y'all are distorted

This was never picture perfect

Pick your poison, was it worth it

Fighting through a screen like we set a pick and roll

Living low

Sipping slow

Choking on the indica and then that turn me indigo

Might as well take another hit and turn that into gold

Much like mesh I could never wrinkle

I could never fold

But y'all so origami

There ain't no holes in my game

But I'll still whack a mole better than half of these go getters

Who switch up right after they copping a gold necklace

Knocking your bro's headless

I'm leaving lead down your spine like Ticonderoga pencils

And y'all some clones and stencils

They tryna trace me with a red dot

The shots they sending my way never faze me

Sending daisies to my funeral

I'm not fucking crazy I'm just acting like my usual self

I'm titanium

Maybe I need help, can't let them close to my cranium

Then I spread the wealth like pussy lips in my area

Orion the belt

I'm playing the hand dealt to me

Wrote this verse from hell, the depth never got the best of me

I used to tippy toe round topics now I do the town

I took a trip down to the tropics and myself I found

In the ocean

Smelling blood

Lotion for when you rub me wrong

Struck a nerve, hit your funny bone

Direct deposit bitch ain't no money loan

Don't pray for Paris, ain't no errors in my stepping

Bitch I'm repping me, myself, and I love when she independent

I'm back to back to back the champ

No bullshit in my reference

Legend has it he's a mess but he been cleaning up his habits

Ain't no rabbits in the hat

And the cat been out the basket

I would really love to chat

But I got no more social battery acid

All of that back and forth drama yeah quit the racket

Lemme rest, treat this Cali king mattress like a casket hoe