Vent!

[Verse 1: Seba]
Yuki Production
Yeah (Olly)
I gotta get it together, uh
Yeah, stacking my bread to the heavens, look
Uh, yeah, stacking my bread 'til I'm headless (I love you, Ruken)
Yeah, I gotta get to the bottom, uh
I gotta get to the plotting, yeah
I gotta start being modest, yeah
I gotta start being honest with myself
I'm a time bomb and it's hell
Got a dub off 2 L's, but that shit really don't even— (Yeah)
But, that shit really don't even help
Look, I had a shorty, but I wanted hoes
Been talking to people who align with my goals
I'm tryna get by, not get high, even then, I'll be stuck being low
Did my time really pass? That's all I really wanna know
I'm tired of getting gassed, when this shit gonna even go?

[Verse 2: Your Stepdad]
Nigga, I gotta get it together, uh
I wanted noggin and she wanted family
I wasn't ready 'cause I wasn't manly enough
Shorty can't— (Uh, yeah)
Shorty can't trust, she was damaged enough
Finding good love, that was Spanish to us
Stuck in the 'Raq, no expanding for us
We was all alone (Yeah), yeah, we had to figure it out
Pops was gone, no head of the house
Let me not get too ahead of myself, I still cry on the edge of the couch
Back to the basics, gave you the sauce and you still ain't make it
Causing the thing and you still ain't change it
All these thots on the internet naked
All them flags and you still gon' chase it