Hopping Fences (Interlude)

Sick of having no friends
Sick of being broke and broken
Sick of watching old friends die slow deaths
Hate that rapping bout my own past make people protest
Always rejected and detested
I hate that I’ve come to expect it
Sick of being called out by leftists
Sick of getting death threats in messages
Sick of never feeling accepted
Sick of feeling so desperate
I don’t care who I have sex with
Sick of living like I havе a death wish
Sick of not having a bitch to be deprеssed with
Lost the one I was obsessed with
Now she always dub my message
Couldn’t deal with the pressure
The fear of getting arrested
Felt like everything was rigged against us being together
Chinese slipped Cinderella
Eating waffles at Veselka
Dom bitch like Helga
These other hoes some football heads
Dropping xans in they [?]
Rooftop dweller, [?] the door to the cellar
I move the work for the bank like a teller
Holes in my jeans and my moth-eaten sweater
I’m looking fly but I got ruffled feathers
Shit ain’t pre-distressed bro, I been hopping fences