Carry On ft. Keylime Lyrics

What's up it's everybody's least favorite anti-hero

Couple more pesos now still I gotta stretch dinero

Call that a long Roberto, wait, the fuck that mean

Well if that don't make sense to you then you ain't on my team

I'm often full of shit like toilettes and republicans

Like I might say I'm shy, the noisiest of quiet kids

Preaching non violence while I'm murdering the violin

Don't mean to say I'm good

Notify the next of kin

A while back yeah we was roadyin the oldie whip

Cop had stopped the maxima to check the state we rolling in

And the backup he was acting kinda moody

Then he asked me what a Juul was

"Is this used to smoke a doobie with?"

No sir, it'd sure be sick if you could tho

Now can you give me back the bag that's full of my indo

I need to smoke, just joking I ain't smoking again

Unless I get back home or till I find my friends, ya know

Sometimes I think you hate me

And other times give me too much play

So I wonder how you rate me

Am I a one or a ten today

I like to think my life is crazy

Like it wasn't just a regular day

Shit, it was a regular day

I wanna kill Jeff Bezos distribute all the pesos

Give them to the kids that wish they could afford a bagel

I talk a lot of money to be on somebody payroll

A hypocrite still mixing in some liquor with the faygo

They say I'm all bark no bite (Ruff)

But talk is cheap so tell me is you really down to fight

I might be light headed from the drinking done last night

Had a little too much niko in that knock off sprite

A right

Then a left knock the wind up out his chest

Shadowboxing in the mirror

Get's clearer i been the best

In the midwest kid set

Get pressed, tweet about it

This that no stress

Good sex reefer addict

Always with a smile bout a mile wide

I'm grinning often really 50/50 if I'm high

And if I'm not it's cuz I'm prolly tryna rest my eyes

Otherwise I realized I fucking smoked my whole supply

It's kinda like the definition of L's bro

Although it's kinda funny like you fucked up your elbow

Cuz now you gotta get your feet up

Beat em over to your dealer yeah

Only to find out he didn't even re-up yet

Sometimes I think you hate me

And other times give me too much play

So I wonder how you rate me

Am I a one or a ten today

I like to think my life is crazy

Like it wasn't just a regular day

Shit, it was a regular day

At least in an irregular way

I've made a white crowd clap for my slam poem

Kinda liked how they laughed at the wrong moments

But I'll never have a painting in the MOMA

They saying the problem is my skin is the wrong color

Found my future way more promising in rapping than acting

Still got Magnus the only one man cast me

But if I want to have a career that is ever lasting

Then I guess that imma stick to the shit that y'all been blasting

What's the matter boy?

Don't you like it how they move

Pose for camera boy

Don't you want the focus all on you

We see the bald spot, dry skin

Blemishes in millions

And if you want a milli

Then you best be getting rid of them

I'm getting HIMS

Ok I got me some shea butter

No more m&m's

And I been cutting out some dairy

The fact they want me looking prettys pretty scary

I'll pray to anyone who spare me

If they let me carry on

Sometimes I think you hate me

And other times give me too much play

So I wonder how you rate me

Am I a one or a ten today

I like to think my life is crazy

Like it wasn't just a regular day

Shit, it was a regular day

At least in an irregular way