TYSM Lyrics

Two Hs

Yeah, I turn up and I speak Paul Pierece

Giving you AI, can I get some ears?

Someone bring my mom here, show her that her son nice

I don't mind to die young, 'long she got a long life

Shed so many tears, it isn't gonna stop now

In it with my faith, so you know I'll never want out

Man, I'm just a dropout barely gettin' paid

I put a different last name on my résumé

Now tomorrow at eleven, man I got an interview

Gotta cover tattoos in a business suit

I probably won't get it cause the color of my skin

Paint me white or black, now I wonder if I'd win?

I wonder why some homies act like I don't even rap

It makes me really mad, I'm sensitive about my craft

You see me put the work in and never have a rest

But, you rather be supportin' random ass celebs

That you haven't even met

Should I even be around you?

You don't vote for me, I never made the student council

Moved twenty times, but we still had the house full

Seen my parents rise, but I've seen them fall down too

Get rich quick - gotta Google, how to?

Sellin' all my shoes, ay can I have a Round Two?

Lowest of my lows, gotta make the ground move

Can I stop the clock like steppin' out of bounds do?

And I don't wanna die and have my legacy a mystery

Don't remember me just for my melodies and symphonies

When I die, will I be what everybody wished for me?

I'm not in your major, so you lettin' go of history

Turnin' on the lava lamp just to set the mood

Wakin' up at two, iPhone - let it snooze

Runnin' out of weed, got a bad attitude

Life is just a game and I don't get the rules, yeah

Never wearin' Saint Laurent

Cause I can't afford that shit

Homie, pray for what you want

I want some Saint Laurent

I'm a bum, I'm a lame, I ain't goin' anywhere

I'm in love with the fame, no I'm not, man I swear

I just like all the things that I know I'll never have

I'm a creep, I just stare at the girls I'll never grab

Rather be alone cause I'm always all alone

Growin' out my hair don't know how to use a comb

Admittin' I'm depressed, but I knew it all along

I could use somebody, but I'll probably use you wrong

I'm a quiet guy who doesn't shut up when he's drunk

I need to eat better, I had coffee for my lunch

Listen to a beat like, badabumpbump

Our relationship, who fuckin' it up?

Lookin' at myself like, what the fuck happened?

Would I be somebody if I didn't follow passion?

Results still to come for my muthafuckin' actions

God has a sense of humor, but I'm not laughin'

Still, I'ma praise Him 'til the day I'm in the casket

Chelsea, open up the gates and take away my sadness

Update for the people that I used to have a blast with:

Russell's doin' fine - Thank You So Much for not askin'