​turned pale

[Intro]
Feel like Yung Lean when he thought he was Madonna
Then some days a mixture of Obama and Osama
They still sleeping on me so my new merch is pajamas

[Chorus]
Feel my time is coming to a close
Can’t say those words on a song
No one else to talk to though
Please Lord save us, some day
Don’t forget what you promised me
Some day
You promised me that you’d never really go, go, go, go

[Verse]
This ain’t a verse I’m a journalist writing a column
I’m tryna evoke thought while they tryna evoke drama
Jesus in my dreams next night I’m talking to Allah
Might just go rеtire start a family in Guatemala
Seems like it might all еnd soon but I’m just getting started
Digital Nas helped my confidence now he working on Donda
Now my idols tryna work 'cause I accidentally made a new genre
Music works in cycles so dropped this thirty years after Nirvana
But the scene still won’t embrace me 'cause of some of the shit I say
Still playing my music but only support those who play the game
I don’t really care though never did this for the fame
But how you call my shit lame when all your music sounds the same
Ain’t worried about it though I’m tryna buy my mom a new place
Still going up even though can’t go to the United States
Never had to show face to get in their good grace
'Cause I know I’m doing something that can’t be replaced, yeah

[Chorus]
Feel my time is coming to a close
Can’t say those words on a song
No one else to talk to though
Lord please save us, some day
Don’t forget what you promised me
Some day
You promised me that you’d never really go, go, go, go