Quick Jot

I got nothin' to do, so I light up a spliff
Get high as a bitch and watch some Netflix
Can't believe I'm sixteen and still can't keep a bitch
Ain't even got a job, I'm just coolin' it
With imaginary cool kids
We smokin' all day and gettin' into fool shit
Might put one in the clip and end this bullshit
My trigger finger got a itch, so I might fuckin' pull shit, pull shit, pull shit
I left home and mama already wants me back
She act like she don't know that her man is on my ass
He said I wouldn't be shit, got me feelin' like I'm trash
But I'm stuck with his bitch ass
Cause I ain't gettin' a call back
From that man they call my dad
But I don't think of him as that
I don't think of him as that
I said fuck a father figure, like a bitch who got some daddy issues
Need to drown my thoughts, call up your bitch, let her unload my pistol
I would wife her too, but she don't want me, I got too much issues
I would drive the distance, many hours, just to say I miss you
That one's for my ex, you got me blocked, I'm still gon' try to hit you
I'm still gon' try to hit you
Can I please just hit you up? Like fuck, damn