Poorly Made (Intro)

[Talking]

[Verse]
New thoughts on it all day
My momma lost her job yay
My dad died
I lost sight, of all of my lost ways

I talk lots, not a lot to say
Im a cock block, I still got dames
Its pop off, like champagne tops
I know Don Trump wake

Im all game, and all strange
But snacking on yo mom's taint
Im cross fade, on one bitch
Come in free love, imma funk with

Imma pump fake and when they pump fear
And a young face from space time
On a TV screen with a face shades
And I ain't really close to this shade of mind

I'm major fine, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Don't ask me if I'm otherwise
I'm funny shades of in-difference
Different schemes of colorblind

Im running time, like I fuck my clock
And Kama Sutra coming binds
Im the free world in Shekels grasp
Im an asshole, Im bad at math

But you can't see me like you cataracts
And I run the game like a track of laps
In Bolt shoes and I dont lose
'Cause you're bad at rap, can you fathom that

[Outro]
You just don't know how wack you are
But you still think that you're a star (4x)
Why you, why you, why you why you, why you always tryin (2x)