PERCH

This isn’t a fucking game bruh
I will kill you if you don’t shut up
It’s what is is
It’s what it is (Ayo)
I used to think my family hated me
So I hated myself
There was no talent in my town
I had to make it myself
I copped a record player
Popped a vinyl in
Let it spin
I took a Vyvanse, a Xanax, and 3 Klonopin
I was just like so redundant
I think, I think, I think if I stay inside
I might lose my mind
I know, I know I’m not
Big but I’m ready to die
My life is what I fantasise
The beat was made by Banksy
Beal and J about to vandalise
I guess I’m always a victim
Little bit of weed in my Lipton
I just can’t sample no more
Without getting hit up by these dead artists' children
Like I don’t give a fuck if you need a new pool
Or a new house
Always dead broke but guess what
I’m dead broke now
14 with a problem
15 he’s a problem
Turned 16 and dropped Smile now life’s fucking awesome
Until the legal fees are coming now
They leaving me with nothing now
The only thing I got is this motherfucking concussion
Damn
My mom told me get a job but I’m in too deep
I’ve been bouncing off the walls blame the ADD
I’m looking for a spot to perch
My brain fucking hurts
And I’ve been dreaming of what’s to come
Tell me what I’m worth
My mom told me get a job but I’m in too deep
I’ve been bouncing off the walls blame the ADD
I’m looking for a spot to perch
My brain fucking hurts
And I’ve been dreaming of what’s to come
Tell me what I’m worth
Imma mope around
The bird claws hold me down
Nobody knows me now
Nobody knows
Imma mope around
The bird claws hold me down
Nobody knows me now
Nobody knows
And it goes