Neanderthal

Gone are the days of believing in a Santa Claus
Smoking like a chimney with irreverence and a can of straw
Acting like a dick 'cause we descended from Neanderthals
Then correct my attitude 'cause people say I can't evolve
Headed towards the flame like an unsuspecting moth
Who could burn at any turn
Have his nervous system clamored on
Most these rappers digital age I'm more analog
Most these rappers living a phase then find another job
Mostly after spitting for days and they abandon ship
I'll still be here for the chip when they hand it off
I need a Lara Croft
But she ain't swiping through tinder
That chick I wifed in the winter had left the blemish raw
Focused on the fiscal year
So I don't want to hear unless
The manager or sugar mama shows up when I scan the call