frozone

[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Look

[Verse]
He don't even make no sense
It's kinda crazy how I work, but I don't even make no cents
This gotta change, but really change has made me lose a lot of friends
Don't wanna go through this again
But I should probably make amends, say I'm sorry to my kin
Is it my fault?
Probably not
Wait, hold up
Is it my fault?
Probably not, but I'm really at wit's end
Got a couple niggas with me, yet I feel so alone
S'posed to be popular, why ain't nobody hitting my phone?
Y'all niggas blocking my potential like my wife was Frozone's, eugh
(Honey?)
(What)
(Where is my super suit?)
S'posed to be happy all the time, I don't see how that works
Not tryna fake me for nobody, so I see why y'all jerks
You fake smile compressing pain inside, I know how that hurt
The stress is building up on me, but stoicism it works
Don't call my phone teaching me lessons, nigga
Can't we just talk?
Just started high school, and you wanna talk about your deep thoughts
Wanna be heard, but can't do that cause you got your ears clogged, nigga