king lazy eye!!

[Intro] (Ayy) Yeah Nobody picked up, so I'm talking to the beat (40) Let's go [Verse 1] God forbid a white boy get a little motion (motion) Already got the hoes, so fuck the lotion (fuck it) I don't wear a seatbelt, why the fuck I'd wear a Trojan? (why?) Side chick to baby mama, call that a promotion (ayy) All I really need is a tiny little pick-me-up Empty baggie, cigarette butts in the Dixie cups (ugh) Had enough of the Lexapro and lithium Get gone if you ain't here to lift me up (gone) [Hook] I'm just here to write songs (songs) Good thing I sing the words 'cause I'd probably spell 'em wrong (wrong) Bones, everybody dies alone (alone) I remember the days no one answered their phones (ring, ring) Still ain't nobody answer their phones [Verse 2] Hardheaded motherfucker, skull made of steel (steel) Got bills but the money ain't even real (it's fake) Still I'm from the ill, whip an antique DeVille White walls on the wheels, I don't believe in the brakes Static saint with a secondhand flow Ex-choir boy, gave the devil a solo (ayy) Moved every lease, never unpacked a bag Whole life in a Hefty, now I'm chasing a bag Senators ninety, still clutching the keys (old) I'ma be a ghost 'fore they give up the lease Therapist booked till the end of the year So I'm venting to a robot, swear it nod like it hear (beep) Hardheaded, yeah, I told you how I feel Get up under my heel 'cause I'm mentally ill (for real) [Hook] I'm just here to write songs (songs) Good thing I sing the words 'cause I'd probably spell 'em wrong (wrong) Bones, everybody dies alone (alone) I remember the days no one answered their phones (ring, ring) Still ain't nobody answer their phones [Outro] (Ring, ring) Nah, they ain't pick up Leave a message, I'ma probably spell it wrong 40