S.S.D.D.

Verse:
It's that same shit different day life
Lost like Amelia Eahart's plane in flight
Thinking I'm moving but I'm still just floating
The clouds roll in, now I don't know if I'm coming or going
Smoke a gram of the Purp just to get me through the day
My phone always blow up but I don't hear what they say
If I ever leave my room it's to get that cash
Some nights I even get myself a little of that ass
But she mean nothing so other than my dick, I feel nothing
She don't stay the night, hoes always in the running
Playing Wiz Khalifa in hopes that one day I'll be stunting
But all the music I put out gets gun down, so I stay hunting
Take another puff and pass it off to my mirror
Sarah McLaughlin says I've fallen but I barely hear her
My mother calls my phone while I'm roasting this roach
She tells me she's on cloud nine for me but I haven't left the coast
I live the same shit day in and day out
This slump seem like Everest but it's just a dirt mount
But I can't climb over it if my routine never change
But my routine can't change because I've lost the key to my cage
So I stay here with these hoes and drug dealers
Staring out my window at the guys in suits, driving Beamers
Wondering how they did it like I couldn't
And wondering if I just need to take my soul to the dry cleaners
My dishes haven't been washed in months
I haven't even taken the garbage out once
My clothes smell like cigarettes and weed
But I think a hair cut and shave is all I need
Down some caffeine and get out of bed
Take two Tylenol to calm my banging head
Trying to think of the last positive thing I said
Spread some peanut butter on no name bread
Turn on the TV and watch sitcoms
Get stoned, record my vocals and drop these bombs
Thinking about fake IDs and getting drunk
Wondering if my life is an episode of Punk'd
Silly rhymes for the ill minds
And not the same type of ill like my lines
I mean that I'm seriously sick
Complaining about life to the ho on my dick
After sex I Tweet about my pain
Nobody Retweets because nobody knows my name
Seems like while all these other rappers play the same game
I'm struggling to embrace my own lane
Rolexes, Buggattis and Gucci belts
These are all the things I can't afford
Sitting here baggy eyed watching Seinfeld
I don't even have the energy to pray to the Lord
S.S.D.D
Parting the debris like the Red Sea
Recording this track at a quarter after three
Just the same shit every night for me
My sister called me up the other night
She said, "You need to change, this isn't right"
But how? "You need to get out of this rut"
"Is this how you want to be remember when you rot?"
No, I guess not
But it's like this regular life won't stop
If I go for the win then I might not make it hot
Because there's a really good chance that I might flop
I'm going to live this routine life so I don't go astray
Because any risks I take might take my life away
So let me just turn off the light and light another J
Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same shit different day

Outro:
So let me just turn off the light and light another J
Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same shit different day