Rogaine

Told my people I'd be OK
Shit was getting hairier than Rogaine
Almost died it was a close shave
Working my impression of the Cobain
Took to music like a cokehead to cocaine
Felt my first hit and came back with no shame
Kids are living life with no aim
Only going where I'm needed, never show up to show face
Need the world in my hands
I want the whole thing
My women broken guitars
No strings
Gotta be careful in my area
I'm tryna see my old age, it's a cold place
Sprinkle on it, season whole jays with Old Bay
All this time alone making sure my soul straight
Imma pour a glass of vodka OJ
I just killed your whole career with a rhyme scheme with no change
Bitch