Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Your so forever alone u talk to lawn genomes Ya always sitting at home on your phone Tryna right a poem about rome Never use google chrome Take a bath with some foam In the zone looking at traffic cones When we were little monsters remained Quit and lived under our beds As we got older the monsters got louder and moved inside our heads I call her the devil cuz she makes me wanna sin And every time she knocks I cant help but let her in