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Perpetual chip on my shoulder,
I’m tired of faking this shit like a poser,
Attention is lost in a second,
These battles are endless,
I’m built like a soldier,
Got women who tend to my issues,
Just bring me some tissues if you gone come over,
A bottle of liquor make therapy quicker,
Might regret this shit when I’m older
My enemies caught in a whirlwind,
My ego the size of a boulder,
I’m hoping to watch as the world end,
I’m a witness who lost they Jehovah,
And I’m smoking a blunt with a pearled end,
I get higher to feel a bit closer
I’m the image of fire and tired,
I been the example, put me on a poster
I think I may be too raw for this life,
Dreaming all day make it darker at night
And then staying awake get me tossed into fights,
And when I find my footing, they toss in a knife
“Bad girl” really “mad girl,” on the low,
Make a sad girl get a bag off of no hope
And then after, I ask for a box and a rope
And I hear an applause as I cough and I choke
Perpetual chip on my shoulder,
I’m tired of faking this shit like a poser,
Attention is gone in a second
These battles be endless,
I’m built like a soldier,
To the women who tend to my issues:
Just bring me some tissues if you gone come over,
And a bottle of liquor make therapy quicker,
I’ll regret this shit when I’m older
I’ve written about all the good times,
I’ve sung a few songs of the bad
I lie to myself that I’m happy,
Then after, I feel I’ve been had
I ask what the price of my peace is if I can exploit it to cop a new bag,
Y’all met me before I was angry,
But excuse me,
I’m bout to get mad
(Excuse me I’m bout to get mad,
Excuse me I’m bout to get, bout to get,)
Hold up,
Pardon me, I’m getting pissed
And I don’t give fuck what y’all think about it
Cuz y’all be mistaking my trauma for drama
And don’t give a fuck ‘less I sing about it,
My nigga, I been knew this shit was transactional,
Loner for life, that’s the thing about it—
I’m already gone,
I done been an addict,
I don’t want your prayers,
I’ve already had it
I’m already sick, just asymptomatic
Cuz if I don’t hide it, I seem dramatic
From crying to smiling, that shit is magic
Someone give me an Oscar for Illest Actress
I’ll be a symbol for hidden sadness that is doomed to come,
It get really tragic just to give your all in the midst of madness,
But what really count is how thick your cash is
Perpetual chip on my shoulder,
I’m tired of faking this shit like a poser,
My message is lost in a moment,
Blown up in my face,
Hand grenade, I’m a soldier
Next time I’m out getting my toes done,
I’ll ask if it come with a tag
If you think before I was angry,
You don’t wanna see me get mad