Текст песни lowkey* - Missing Texture

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This time last year, I was barely breathing air
Just looking for a reason to exit my life, I swear (okay)
Couple dozen notes I left up under furniture
If my people found that, I'd be strapped to a chair (for real)
But I don't really wanna talk about it, I just wanna write about it
Maybe next week I'll hit the town, forget about it
I remember every single feeling I have felt
Heartbreak, sprained leg, granny switches leaving welps
I'm a kid, no I'm not, all these lyrics that I jot (jot-)
I'm a host, do the most, gotta push it back to float
Wish I was, like Amelia, engaged, happy, yo I feel ya
Instead I'm killing all these bitches on the DL like I'm PETA, on god
I'm like twenty-one
You don't know what I been up on (yuh)
Making money moves since Ben Tennison and Bakugon
I sense bi-partisan, what side you even on? (aye)
Aye, I been killing these motherfuckers every time I write a song
Hit the gym and then I buy me a bar of FITCRUNCH (Go)
Have her spread her legs eat me a big lunch
Then I count up all my money quarterly but it ain't much
Just enough, though, aye
Fuck a bag, bro
I drink until I'm drunk and then I fight, Bo' Rai Cho
But that, don't mean I'm right bro, I just thought I saw the light go
I'm sincerely sitting here with thoughts and prayers, lowkey spiritual
Aye, lowkey spiritual
Yuh, lowkey spiritual
Aye, lowkey spiritual
Yuh, aye, I'm lowkey spiritual, yuh, heh, aye
Lowkey spiritual, think I need me a miracle (Yuh)
I'm patient with the beats but I operate so clinical (Go)
On my arrow keys while my baby on her knees
Fill her up with all my seed before I plant with my zombies, I mean-
Punch line, punch out, Little Mac, never pout
Top the charts now, no diggity, no doubt, aye
Lowkey, I be feeling hella pretty
Started body building 'cause my pockets way too fuckin' heavy, like
Lowkey I been feeling like nobody can stop me
My bank prints my money green, outta ink, you copy? (I copy)
My comradery is limited, I'm no longer cognitive
Brewing potions, tainted alchemy, I'm drunk with no additive, yuh
I'mma fuck the world right after I fuck the babysitter
Offset, off kilter, took a hit of bittr glittr (yeah-)
I'm the only one that's doing it, no dignity, you're killing me
I'm balancing morality, creatively no doubting me (okay-)
Lowkey I just saw the bag, I never even took it
Everybody wronging me but they regret it, can't redo it (yuh)
I was in my shell for way too long, "Your Soul" was always queued in
Half these motherfuckers get me heated, what they even doing?
Nah they clueless, I was scraping by with my spare time
Almost tried a white line, I was anything but fine (okay-)
So I wrote a couple rhymes, and I prayed to a God
Carpe Diem had to work, it had to work, it was my sign
She ignored it every time (yeah-)
Every time
Now it doesn't matter, for a minute I was tattered
Now I'm thriving with my homies, with the women, with the laughter
Been networking industries, I've gotten lean, I love my dreams
I'm talented, but I'm humble
I'm so gifted, but I stumble
Got my own apartment now so I do anything but fumble
Never needed reasons, fuck the secrets that you keep
I'm Missing fucking T, legendary lowkey, aye