Boredom

I know that they will get mad at me Every time I speak I'm talking down on all humanity Everything I see just keeps me down just like it's gravity Top spot blank, I fill it in just like a cavity I think it's the vanity that leads us to insanity People really live for Instagram and it's so sad to me Before I talk about somebody else, I'll talk down on myself And that's why I'm going crazy I might need some fucking help Damn what I don't really know what's wrong with me Yea you like my tracks but that don't mean you'll make a song with me Mold them like it's pottery, I'm trynna hit the lottery Driving drunk I think I'm gonna crash like the economy Damn If I wanna leave they got the trap door for me Don't play I'll put both ya mom and dad to sleep Nowadays drugs hit harder than Muhammad Ali That's why your face melting like Salvador Dalí What a waste of life, should've been aborted What waste of time, spending it recording And the bass line sound all distorted I don't chase dimes cuz they all boring It's the same lines, getting so boring It's the same lies keeping em going When I speak my mind they all snoring What a waste of life should've been aborted