Scumbag

I'm a narcissist addict Thinking that I'm smart, but I don't really seem to have it Grapple with the thought of possibilities and passion It's a sad reality I have no accolades to back it Pack a punch and pass it to a person who surpasses any window licking savage with a mouth full of molasses. Talking like they learned their fucking phonics from a cabbage I'll practice kickboxing on a toddler just for laughing Whoa, hey, I'm kinda ragged Rugged stuck I run in a rut I wanna do dad shit Oh, wait, can you imagine? One on one I'm wanting to witness winning a last pick Draft kings got me paying bills with credit cards Overdraft my bank account for nicotine and candy bars My cum socks are contemporary battle scars Boulevard of broken pocket pussies in the prison yard I had a dream that I'd be famous and rich But instead I just got addicted to the dope that I sniffed I spent a lot of time with plotting ways to get me a fix But everyday was wasted nodding out in basements and shit F*ck it I stick no dick in the stomach because I'm packing small We can stick in something with six inches in that'll cap you off I'm passing out in every truck stop bathroom stall Now, can you CashApp 20 bucks? My gas light is coming on I'm just a muthafuckin' scumbag Cum rag, cunning and conniving as a stunt man Dumb plan, prancing 'round a pocket full of change and I ain't ever innocent, smoke sentimental crack cans I'm just a muthafuckin' scumbag Cum rag, cunning and conniving as a stunt man Dumb plan, prancing 'round a pocket full of change and I ain't ever innocent, smoke sentimental crack cans Yeah. My instrumental is a back hand Incrementally, I spit some symbolistic sad shit I really hope you understand my altruistic ass sniff In fact, I added anonymity to all the tracklist Peter picked a pretty bitch to stick his pipe in Pushing on a button when I wanted to get Dyson'ed Crooked tooth is in a mouth that's speaking like it's Tyson Now chicken out, I'm all about the clout without horizons Damn. I honestly think that I'm losing it Constantly consumed with myself will all of the music ends Dancing with my memories, I'm haunted by the truth again Now will you all remember when acting like a hooligan? Who are you to dictate if a tool is relevant? When delegating fools in a furnace, I burn the evidence I do this shit for fun and I truly believe I'm heaven sent From God, my guiding light is a positive pregnancy test Like, I really like to.. like to act like I'm a good guy, like I feel like I'm a good guy. Uh, but I don't really think that's true, man. Like, a lot of people still think I'm an asshole. Like, not like I'm just abusive to people or anything like that, but I'm like.. I think I'm just really self-centered, you know what I mean? Like, I, like, I think I'm more important than most people.