Rogaine

Told my people I'd be OK Shit was getting hairier than Rogaine Almost died it was a close shave Working my impression of the Cobain Took to music like a cokehead to cocaine Felt my first hit and came back with no shame Kids are living life with no aim Only going where I'm needed, never show up to show face Need the world in my hands I want the whole thing My women broken guitars No strings Gotta be careful in my area I'm tryna see my old age, it's a cold place Sprinkle on it, season whole jays with Old Bay All this time alone making sure my soul straight Imma pour a glass of vodka OJ I just killed your whole career with a rhyme scheme with no change Bitch