​​memories 2 cry about (demo)

[Verse]
If I ever disappear
I hope I left you with a couple little memories to cry about
Remember doing 9 A.M. shifts, tryna dip
And my homies used to call me like, "What time you out?"
Finding solace up at Dylan's crib
He ain't had no furniture, but fuck it, bro, we thug it out
Out with D'Artiste, parking by the roundabouts
Barely getting sleep, recording till the Sun come out
First time I ever got on, I had to wait for it
First tour I ever went on, I had to pay for it
First relationship that I had just couldn't wait for it
But honestly it wasn't that bad, just wasn't made for it
Cold-blooded, but the **** help me stay warm
I had an LLC since sеventeen, but **** stayed snoring
Tried to tеll 'em to their face that they should make more
But then they got defensive so we ended shit like Clayborn
But I pray for 'em
I know they check their Spotify for artists everyday
And wonder if this shit gon' break for 'em or shake for 'em
When honestly, this shit just isn't made for 'em
Meanwhile, Greg is doing high budget videos
Meanwhile, Aaron's getting comfy with Korean folks
Meanwhile, I'm working on an album or who even knows?
I just need a break from all these algorithm-greedy hoes
How could you ever think it's all love, homie, really though?