Back Seat

[Verse]
Uh
My mind is in the back seat
And I've been tryna make this music on a bad week
But nothing's coming out right, so instead of writing
I just sit up in my room and make these fat beats
Haha, yo
And I've been disconcerned with the important things
And more worried about the lyrics that I'm tryna sing
I mean, it's dope that I think about what I make
But when I get to it, I've got some other things up on my plate
I'm just doing what makes me happy and hoping that it does the same for you
Yeah
And every time I spit a verse up on this mic I pray it represents the truth
True, cause
'Cause I don't wanna be fake, I just wanna take my lyrics and invade the booth
And if I'm criticized, I pray that what my haters say will be the truth
True
Everybody assumes that I'm emotionless and sarcastic with nothing to prove
And if that's true then I've got nothing to lose
I'ma hit 'em with the heat before they all can move
I pray I paralyze 'em
And 'cause a paradox of paradigms
I'm hopin' that I open up your eyes without a pair of dimes or cherried lines
Sugar coated
I'm tryna keep it real here, and you already know it
And I don't plan on stopping it, blessing you with the audio
And people on the internet want the album like vaminos
I'm tryna make these songs more heartfelt, cardio
So you know that I'm cutting the wack tracks, like "Adios"
And everybody saying that they know what's missin'
Like I could be super dope if I rapped this different
But that's whose decision? Not yours
So I'ma rap until you askin' for an encore
And that's real