Forward (feat. Che AM)

I get distracted too easily There's a blood stain in my bed But you help me forget about it all I wrote this shit drunk I feel like Hemingway Mourning the ignorance of my better days And people said they had my fucking back But when shit hit the fan went to stab me in it anyway There's diarrhea on my designer fit still look fire I don't sleep I simply switch my attire High as Mariah Had to learn to think outside of the diorama F*ck all the fucking drama Or all that I need my mama I'll be ok I don't take much stock in what the people say (I don't) You get no return and that's a bad investment I took a test to see if I was ADD They tried to take my weed from me I'm fine that's just a bad assessment Pop a xan before I pop the question That's rhetorical as my expressions I will never be nobody's preference She gone always see me as a best friend Maybe that just means she's not the one