Lyrics Cellophane - Droid , Piché

I'm winter written with the mittens
Not religious, sermon spitting
Vermin killing, swimming deep
Looking for P. Sherman's street
I've always been the illest
All the homies chilling in the village
At the Old Rec causing mischief
Kissing bitches
Except for me, goofy with the women think I'm Disney
Down a handle in a night and mix it till I'm dizzy
I'm Drizzy on a beat, but I think I'm better
Maybe that's just jealousy, these rappers make me bitter
And my throat is always fucked up
I smoke a little too much
Addicted to the nic the kid is on the hub with all these butts
Juuling so much that I could work at Jared
Sharing all my flair that I been making with these errands

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep
Have no dreams, they all run from me
Do my best, it's not good enough
You may not think the same
But I feel like cellophane

And time is moving so slow
But I can't keep up
We're all footnotes of Plato
Tryna figure out what's wrong with us
And all I do is drink coffee
Walking with a pod in the pocket 6 Lines deep
Haunting me
This is where the party is
Lines'll give em Parkinson's
Cardi in a cardigan
Shopping for a car again
Joshing when I'm pecking jams
Call her when I'm in a jam
Cover me in cellophane
I've never been relevant

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep
Have no dreams, they all run from me
Do my best, it's not good enough
You may not think the same
But I feel like cellophane

I haven't been myself
But I love you more than anyone else

I'm just a kid going far, and I'm the offspring
Of the best family of all time, honestly
I never that say that enough, and all my thoughts weak
Dying in my head because they never get out of me
Except for when I'm on the beat, I wanna make a product of me
Leading all my brothers be the bomb al-Gaddafi
Rob me of everything
I don't need it anyways
I just wanna get out my my brain, put me on layaway
Sometimes I go surprise myself
Cause sometimes I try something and they tell me that I do it well
Never think I'm good enough, I work on too much at once
Usually the shit I make I hate but they still love my stuff
Call me Karen, I'm half sea half weed
Speakers blaring all my beats and all my swearing
Apologize for rhymes being blunt all the time
But the music is what gets me high

Close my eyes, try to fall asleep
Have no dreams, they all run from me
Do my best, it's not good enough
You may not think the same
But I feel like cellophane