DUMB

I feel like doing dumb shit
I feel like I wrote a bad lick
I feel like an indie pop bitch
I feel like your local rapsmith hey

Uh, park my car on the lawn
Pull up to the party at the crack of dawn
People on the porch who've been smoking since dusk
I got a new musk
But no one noticed
Oof
Right in the self-made, self-started, selfish
But well guarded self esteem that I carted
To this party from therapy but also Target
Step 1: that's to get the skill
Perfect practice and pop a couple pills
Just to aid the process, I'm obsessed with progrеss
Step 2 is completing my first project
Stеp 3 is getting humbled by it's failure on release
Step 4 is moving on and getting Better can't believe

I feel like doing dumb shit
I feel like I wrote a bad lick
I feel like an indie pop bitch
I feel like your local rapsmith hey

Ugh wish I could explain myself
Got my hand in a ziploc bag and I look like a f--
Wait, that ain't right
I went to hard and wound up saying something
I don't like, ay
Lost in the sauce
Eyes like mauve feeling like Rick Ross
Except not a rapist so don't cut me off
Only kind of whack, wear my jacket and a pair of raws
Hoping that they fade in right
Hoping that I make it right
Hope to quit my day shift, right?
Hope to get you saying

I feel like doing dumb shit
I feel like I wrote a bad lick
I feel like an indie pop bitch
I feel like your local rapsmith hey