paroles de chanson What's Next - Rex Winnfield feat. Budman.

(Please, Lord, make me the biggest star the world has ever known)
Budman. How are you? I'm fucking terrible
This past month's been unbearable. Never felt pain that's comparable
My head feels like it's on fire. My soul feels like a urinal

But I'm not pissed, just a little bitter, cause my ex-girl doesn't care at all (doesn't care it all, uh)
And typically, I would deal with it by smoking a blunt
Typically, I would roll up in a ball, roll over, and roll that shit up
But I'm not gonna sit and suppress. Obsessed till I'm depressed

So what comes next? Ayo, let me ask. Yo, what's up, Rex
(Yo, what's good my boy?)

Look, bitch, I'm so sick with it like the fucking flu
Crafting tracks with Budman like, goddamn, this can't be true
Family congratulating me like, we so proud of you

Yeah, here we are. I'm overthinking dumb shit I don't need to prove
I get the privilege to watch my siblings become their own
Stress been getting to me, so my mom's been hitting my phone
I hit the J like that shit is just gonna fix things

And I watched all you pussies stab my back. Man, that shit stings
I think I'm addicted to playing the victim
I would romanticize that shit thinking it'd give me a victory
Fuck a pity party. Someone asked me if I'm nervous

I told them hardly. I know I am born for stardom
I am nothing short of confident. My common sense kicking in like my Lexapro
Deluxe was all finished, but I scrapped it before I let them know
Well, they're sick in bed, but this feel like vacation

The only thing hurting me at the moment is my patience