[Verse]
Back on the mic after 8 years of cabbage
I'm recording cause there's nothing in the f*cking cabinet
I won't steal or nothing, or do any f*cking bad sh*t
End up in jail with "69" tatted on my hatchet
But I am beefing with a rapper, time to steal his ratchet
And f*cker, she got some herpes, time to f*cking catch it
Half of my childhood by brain has been some f*cking static
No Signal, Unknown Vibes, I swear that you'll be an addict
Sleep is the best thing for me, but I can't f*cking do it, I knew it
Anxiety took my mind and threw it, in the trash
But is it really like the one to bash?
If finding peace is like a motherf*cking cul-de-sac?
Hoping that Cupid snipe some f*cking girls for me
So I can phone them
But not f*cking bone them
I honestly just need someone to talk to
Not someone to only give my motherf*cking c*ck to
So many f*cking bottles piling up around my desk
So many of them have a lot of f*cking water left
But, I won't finished them, cause, I am not motivated
I'm aggravated, that these waters have done been outdated
It's 2019, and now, b*tch, I'm activated
Welcome to the f*cking album, I know you've been waiting