I’m mindless
A piece of grime
A piece of game
I spend with no plan
I don’t weigh options
I’m sick
Falling apart
Perverted
I don’t take care of myself
I can’t even get wasted anymore
Not that I would ever be caught partying with you
Fuck that
Punked at the press conference
If I go out I run into bastards
People selling shit
People robbing shit
Somebody else’s consequences
There’s no love in my life
I haven’t fucked a nice girl in almost two years
Not that I would ever be caught dead with you
I couldn’t live with myself
But you know what the real money fight is
And I’m not going to change
And I don’t need no baby pity neither
Save it and keep saving yourself
If you’re looking for me you can find me
If I get caught up
Then I get caught up
Here’s to looking out
So don’t be scared homie
I’m scorching and that’s that
It’s been a pleasure
It’s been all mine