A Song About Nothing

It's Toca Tuesday the mood gray Another average news day Stomache rumbling I'm watchin blue ray Cleaning out my suitcase Thinking maybe souffle Will suit my menu looking thru my closet ain't no Gucci Pile of laundry just as dirty as this scene that now play Counting on my fingers tryna make thru da pay day Neighborhood kids running round loud as lightening Peep thru my blinds they horse playing fake fighting, shit Remember when I did the same Posted up after games All the older guys knew me just cause of my daddy's name, So I was always well behaved could never bring the family shame Played ball yesterday and rolled my ankle, still in pain Should probably ice it but I'm feeling lazy, I don't care After this go off I'll watch a marathon of Cliff and Claire I need to wash my hair but I ain't doing that neither, Finished all the laundry so I've earned myself another breather I'll skip the souffle and probably just order some pizza, My neighbor two doors down son alway smokin' reefa Been in my room all day blasting these weak computer speakers Between these bare walls with all these retro Jordan sneakers Last day of school and damn Ms Brann ain't a teacher Hope I retire just as early I'll spend it eating Pitas In Grant FILAs, Nautica sweats and wife beaters And spend my summers telling my kids about Derek Jeter I grew up off Merita used to learn Spanish in school Grew up forgot it all but, ehhh my English is cool So much they say my words in Spain and up in Jeruz Spent my day doing nothing its just my current mood I spent my day doing nothing its just mood I spent my day doing nothing, I ain't that cool like I spent my day doing nothing its just my groove I spend my day doing nothing my attitude like My attitude like Fuck the world Attitude like Fuck, Fuck, Fuck the world Attitude like Fuck the world Currently, I'm secluded with my all passion I wonder if I'm slightly depressed from all de harassment Like "when you gon get a job?" my sister keep asking In a weird space, but ain't overdosing no aspirins Another movie night will get my mind tighter Thinking Tiger, I can bounce BACK from anything I'mma fighter, I'mma fighter Saw a spider now I'm creeped out I sleep wit my mouth tighter Sippin apple cider, I need to add this onto my rider Random thoughts in my lonely head The moon red, I ain't a begger, but I beg differ like a leper Won't add me in your circle, all good I'll make my own Know I look crazy talking to myself all alone Wonder if it really help to write it, if you do it stoned? Hell naw gimme clarity, I fell upon a basketball game Got me thinking back when I was young I was good, niggas used to watch me like a game of Thrones They used to all tell me "you too short to play ever" So I gave up and in college ain't play never Thought to myself "naw this won't be same" So I got myself up cuz I was made for game