Musty

Why you look so musty
I could put some drip on you trust me
Why you talk so funny
Prolly all the goofies man it must be
Since first grade I was doing numbers
In the back end I was making commas
Why the whole city was worried bout us
Had to blast off like I was a rocket
I’ve been down so long it might just take a while
You been on the fence you better pick a side
Pick and choose you gotta pay dues
Number one stunnah, bitch I got big moves
Write shit for these choruses
Make bread now I’m touring
Told mama I’m working
Can’t be there in person
I’m sorry
I know that they wanted me out
I can see them running they mouth
Why should this be hurting me now oouuu
Why can’t I see through it somehow oouuu