i swear i try my best Songtext
von guccihighwaters

Mom, why you mad at me? I swear I try my best
I know that she saw the broken blood vessels on my neck

Weight upon my shoulders, I feel like atlas
Greek yogurt with the fruit, damn, gotta snap this
She′s smoking packs, bitch, ziplock full of cat piss
Put on the ski mask, slump you just for acting
Why you two-faced? Tripping like a shoelace
I sleep on it, woke up, and it's a new day
European stacks stuffed in my Gucci suitcase
Already wanna drop out, and it′s only a Tuesday

Mom, why you mad at me? I swear try my best
I know that she saw the broken blood vessels on my neck


Drop this shit on a Friday, wake up with the sunrise
October 13th, it's fucking cold outside
But I don't mind, I really don′t mind
′Cause the cold reminds me why I stay inside
You punch the clock, I punch the MIDI, make it bop
Not making much, but it's better than a job
Eating like a pig, but I stay away from cops
Used to starve up in that attic like an addict with some rock
Really, I hate my voice, how do you listen to this?
Swear, if you pissed inside a bucket, its sound crisper than this
Whatever, my stats rising, hit me like perfect timing
Make the beat real quick, notes app and get to typing

Why you mad at me? I swear I try my best
Like all I wanted was us to be together forever
I guess I′ll see you around this fucking ghost town
We all ghosts now, I'm a ghost now

Mom, why you mad at me? I swear try my best
I know that she saw the broken blood vessels on my neck