Alien Boy

Were the beings on the craft little green men?

Robots?

Or something completely beyond our imagination

Wanna make music but im into hip hop
Wanna make videos but not the kids slop
Can't make mistakes, can't stand the trip ups
Dodging dead ends, living just to be stuck

Barely know my music cords, tryna B sharp
Skinny little kid can barely beef up
Little brit boy sipping from a tea cup
Alien boy in my flying sausar

Running low on brain food running high on junk food
Shaker when i make moves hater cause i hate fools
You master of suprise, an elephant in disguise
No hitting your phone nah, sorry for the late replies

I drown in deep thoughts that cloud my night
I drown online where they'd rather i die
High as fuck man, i knew i could fly
Whenever i make stuff i ask myself "why"

Never left my own mind, never drank, never cried
Love thats unrequited, its required that i die
Running incel shit on my dumbass diagtrive
In the way of true art, its where i truly strive

More then a rapper, im a mover and a shaker
More then a mover, im a rapper lacking paycheck
Dedication to myself, promise im gonna better it
In the meantime ill do nothing but drop hits

The amazing story of mister Sid Padrick

Ends

On a comforting thought