Still Washed

I'm still washed, I'm still washed up, I'm still washed, Aye

So much thoughts without the talent to express it, I'm finna write a song about how I can't write songs, this shit get stressin

Too much goin' on, I'm tryna right my wrongs, All these questions

I won't find no answers in this bitch thong, I'm dead wrong

Free Palestine, Jewish money long like Nicodemus

Tryna make it out in any way since I was a fetus

Out the womb, out the school, out the house I'm tryna get up off the couch and stuff some money in my

Pouch, and it's Goyard, I got some old hoes that hit my line and say you so hard

I got some old bros that ask me why I don't use old bars

Aye, but look though