My Emotional Opus

[Intro]
I have a lot of feelings
And I'm gonna display them in a song
Right now, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm sad, I'm really sad about my life
Yeah, ooh

[Verse 1]
SIKE
Big Baller B is back
Back on the track, and I'm here to protect
Maybe looking at my wrist
Jinxed it, doo doo doo doo
Sipping Starbucks, look at my bucks that I'm stacking bro
It's all luck, just kidding it's all skill
Cause you know I came up and I got the grills
Got ten kills under my waist
No time that I can waste
Gotta wrist and it's all ice
All my neighbours say I'm really nice
Did I mention that- uh...
I saw your wife, now she my wife
Did I mention that I'm rich
And did I mention that I'm sippin' on this?

Skrrt, biscuit
Whatchu' gonna say

[Verse 2]
Small [?], guess she stole my guacamole
I saw your show, know that you a phony
Yeah, this bread got Nutella on my head
Got this bread, now you in a [?]
Spread them cheeks
She got me [?]
Sugar honey ice tea, my parents divorced me
Gotta small peen, [?] not me
Cause the rapid reaction is going good
If your Mom is what? I said what?
Because [?]
And I'm pretty sure the Earth is shaking
I'm an intellectual, but I'm also... uh-
Hello?
Yo, gucci gang, gucci gang
Yeah, you know my thing
I wasn't born and now I'm gonna cry again
Wah, wah, this a sad song
I like spaghetti, maybe I was wrong
Mom's spaghetti, part of that is the song
And I hate my life, woah I was wrong
Bout' what I said about [?]
It's a six
I was holding these bricks
And I'm stacking these chicks
But I ain't talking lace
I'll beat you to a pulp
There is no hope
I have crippling depression
My Dad beats me like I was a recession

[Outro]
Yeah, Big Baller B
We back in the booth