At My Table (Interlude)

Twisted, predicted this life wouldn't be a scripted But shit it's as if I'm sitting flipping through some horror flicks I quarrel with my own thoughts and box the shit Out of everything I've ever written If only if, I could turn me off and turn it on When I wanted this God your lips must hurt from all the fucking ass you kiss I mean it's complicated, I'm almost always faded Pupils always dilated, my father's devastated Didn't graduate, even almost make it Man I'm conversating with myself some Ramen noodles And some rolling paper Feeling nervous waiting for my lawyer's ass to call She's always contemplating how to tell me nah I'm fucking horrible at love, and frankly I'm scared as shit Cuz my daughter's getting big, I'm just a kid with a kid I'm fucking heated up, but fuck that This ain't that original And ever since Drake, everyone is so emotional One hit wonders, you probably call that shit the hype You probably bumping all that trill shit Thinking it's the life Well don't wait up I promise I'm gonna get my weight up I'm gonna get some trophies for the niggas at my table Do you feel us, it's okay if you don't feel us Yeah, I know we ain't the first one's to be the fucking realest So don't wait up