Voicemail

[Intro]
You have reached the voicemail box of
Yeah it's Tryston leave a message

[Verse 1]
I say this with love; you’re a fucking idiot
And not in the cool, ironic way, I can’t take you serious
You’re not profitable the way that all of the morons you idolize are
Period and here’s why
In the last 15 minutes we’ve established you
Have not finished high school
Despite that, you think you’re so cool
You landed a well paying job that did not involve back-breaking labor
Then you fucking quit that job, for absolutely no reason
You’re at a gig which doesn’t even fucking pay you
Unless you winning, what’s the chances of that
You’d have to know how to rap
And I would bet my left nut you’ll end up like your Dad
And your Mom would be better off relaxing at home
Or catching up on fucking work but she obviously won’t because you use her
You’ve yet to carry an ounce of responsibility
In your 18 years of existence you’re just a loser
And lastly, you expect me or anyone to come support your fucking rap star ambitions
You have to be kidding like sorry not happening
Get your fucking shit together, start acting like a man
And when you decide to stop being an over privileged and ungrateful strain on society
Let me know, until then not a god damn chance
Shut the fuck up Tryston and pull up your damn pants
And stop acting black and don’t bother asking
Me to come your rap show again 'cause it's not fucking happening

[Pre-Hook]
Well that’s a confidence booster
Grab these drugs I’ll abuse them
I don’t care now yeah
I guess I'm a loser but what

[Hook]
Faded and anemic
I ain’t been eating
I ain’t been sleeping
Take some Tylenol 3’s
Cause I fucking need it
When I’m sipping on this lean
I fucking hate it

[Verse 2]
Bout to perform but maybe not now
I’ll tell my friends I can’t get in
So they don’t question why I'm left out
Fuck yeah
Yeah, and I'm doing drugs now
Every single night now
Tripping off of something
I don't really wanna fight now
I'm just fucking chilling
I should probably watch what I say
Nah fuck
I can rap whatever I want to
And I ain’t have to worry
Cause my family ain’t listen
So I’ll be hunky dory
Invited them to my show
But they ain’t think I’m worthy
Made me feel like shit and told me to quit
Never said their sorry
I was gonna ask my dad
But he's probably snorting coke
Or fucking whores what do I know
Suicidal so I try though
It ain’t work just like the high notes
I can’t hit cause every time I try I fail
I get up shit, I give up quit
And when I try suicide it ain’t work so I might quit
I write songs where I die at the end
And now you wonder why I ride with no friends
Fucking pathetic again
My Uncle ain't like me, my Momma ain't like me
And I don't know my dad, but he's just like me

[Pre-Hook]
Well that’s a confidence booster
Grab these drugs I’ll abuse them
I don’t care now
I guess I'm a loser but what

[Hook] x2
Faded and anemic
I ain’t been eating
I ain’t been sleeping
Take some Tylenol 3’s
Cause I fucking need it
When I’m sipping on this lean
I fucking hate it