Blood on the Floor

A lot of shit on my mind
There’s a lot of shit going on
A lot of shit I wanna write
Why they gotta do us wrong?
A lot of shit I wanna write
I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of shit on my mind
I can’t get no satisfaction
So I’m out here on a stump
I don’t know how to stop
I just keep on going
Life in my bag so there’s blood on the floor
But I don’t know how to stop
I Just keep on going
I used to wanna be like Henry
Teach said I need a plan B
If I think about a plan B
How will I ever know what I can be?
Back then I had a thing for Catherine
and I had a thing for Candice
She was a Jehovah’s Witness
And a witness to the madting
Got nicked she was singing like Brandy
Needed a note so I hit her like Blackstreet
Now I hit flows you can’t do it like that, G
Actually dripping my jeans like Acne
Still tryna find my feet like Bambi
I kick back with a glass of Brandy
Got a lot of shit on my mind
In time I’ll make it all fine and dandy
A lot of shit on my mind
There’s a lot of shit going on
A lot of shit I wanna write
Why they gotta do us wrong?
A lot of shit I wanna write
I wish I could fit it all in a song
A lot of shit on my mind
I can’t get no satisfaction
So I’m out here on a stump
I don’t know how to stop
I just keep on going
Life in my bag so there’s blood on the floor
But I don’t know how to stop
I Just keep on going
I’m bout to **** in these skates
They’ve got tight it shows under my skeleton
I said catch me if you can
I’m the vest
On my first Vetements
Shit, demons knock on my door every second
Drop off my coat while they keep all my lunch
Nothing really matters to me
We don’t want drugs
Instead of going home right now
Still tryna find love somehow
Wow
I ain’t gotta say shit, you know what I’m about
But you’ll get left sick if you’ve got a big mouth
Yeah