Bittersweet Poetry

(Intro)
Why do I let these things get to me
Why do I let these things get to me

(Chorus 1)
I got so much to throw away
Nothing left lose
Everything to gain
Walking around with this noose
I got so much to throw away
Got so much to throw away
I got so much to throw away
What do I do

(Refrain 1)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Why do I let these things get to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Why do I let these things get to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Verse 1)
On my Frankie Lymon
I’ve been dope since I was 15
Fuck Benihana
Do you believe everything that you see
Shout-out to baby mamas
Grindin’ trying to fulfill needs
Shootout for baby fathers
Living their life in the backseat
Why provide, rather live in a dope house
With a .45, trying to get clout
Hear both sides of the story
‘Fore you decide to get
Knee high in the guts and glory
I’m alleviated, to see me hated
It means I made it, I deviated
From previous statements
All it took was patience
Skip in my step, all it took was pavement
Liquor on my breath, all it took was payment
So depressed, all it took was medication
I got next, all it took was dedication
No more tint, no more ride
Slow-mo pimp, coincide
Who cold as this, bogus shit
Notice this, me, myself, and I
Co-exist, growing vibe
Brewing hope, throwing shade
Blowing tree, bonafide
Doing me, truancy
In lieu of speech
My attire, straight fire
Richard Pryor when I speak
Mothafucka you best believe
My tracks bang without a co-sign
My future crystal bright
I pissed it all away
Left me hanging like a clothesline
It’s time to roll the dice
Fuck doubling up, I feel it bubbling up
Times everything by trice
Before I self destruct
I’m self loathing, I’m holding
Hoping for closure, notions of doja
Make my emotions stay open
This potion is kosher
Vulgar as my approach on my culture
No penny for loafers, no team in my corner
I’m moving in slo-mo, still do it for dolo

(Refrain 2)
Why do I let these things get to me (get to me)
Why do I let these things get to me (get to me)
Why do I let these things get to me (get to me)
Why do I let these things get to me (get to me)

(Chorus 2)
I got so much to throw away
Nothing left lose
Everything to gain
Walking around with this noose
I got so much to throw away
I got so much to throw away
I got so much to throw away
What do I do

(Bridge 1)
This is bittersweet poetry
Bittersweet poetry
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is bittersweet poetry
Bittersweet poetry
Oh no, no, no, no, no

(Bridge 2)
This is bittersweet poetry, salty, sour, savoury
Umami, you got me reciting all this poetry
Please riddle me this, how did we
Get so deep, amphetamines make moods dip
Touch lips in limousines
A fifth, some weed, and nicotine
Pray this ain’t the death of me
Why did we, why did we

(Outro)
Yeah
Yeah-h-h-h-h-h
Oh-h-h-h-h-h
Yeah-h-h-h-h-h

Oh-h
Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h
Oh-h
Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h