2002 Lyrics

I don't fuckin' know, I don't fuckin' know

I don't know how to feel I don't know what the problem is

I don't know what the issue is And that shit is jhi stressful

That shit jhi problematic I did not have to waste my time like that

You need to work on your mental, bitch, real life

I've been dealing with this problem lately It's been draining me

Yeah, I came from D.C. where you get cars and don't need a key

Yeah, I know a bitch lyin' to my face, all good, keep it p

They talkin' bout reek, don't care, nigga, they ain't sayin' I reek

I ain't even rappin', I been speakin' I was 15

Man, when I was 15, that boy Arthur went missin

Put myself around all these old people, I listen

Eat candy, then power scrub my teeth, nigga, they glisten

Gave all my energy to this girl, I'm empty

Even when I got nothing on the inside, she still with me

You remind me of kindness, no epitome

Still did my best, ain't my fault that she's sick of me

Yeah, and I really don't know how to fix that

CDG, my hoodie, we breakin' hearts, nigga, like a Kit-Kat

I been goin' through it since the day I turned to teen

Takin' shots and smokin' all this weed, nigga, when I feel attacked

Bad bitch, she takin' care of my morning wood like a lumberjack

It takes more than just some pussy to keep me attached

You said some dumb shit, we bombardin' your ass with facts

You a dumb nigga, and I'ma tell you why

You a dumb nigga for gettin' your ass a necktat

Why not on the side? And that shit not regular

This not Mordecai, I be seein' more to life

Cause it's more to find

When my old head told me, Rinny, eye for an eye

I ain't into crips, money blue as the sky

Money ain't an issue cause my stock on a rise

I'm bad for your health like some McDonald's french fries

You wanna be a clown? Here you go, dick rider

Pourin' up a four, but for real, it's just some cider

If you really know me, then you know I hate a liar

I threw all my problems and my issues in the fire

Fuck it, let it go, it ain't worth it

I just went and cut myself, did it on purpose

Talkin' to a baddie makes me cool, but then I'm nervous

In a MayBach gettin' drove around by a German

Touched my first ten bands, I'm determined

Touched my first eleven bands like Kyrie Irving

I'ma get to twelve I say it now so I confirm it

I don't fuck with twelve, them niggas concerning

But my love is true

I only wish I knew just where to find you