Ah great Now shes back at it again You fuckin bitch of a feeling But not enough of a sense Crawling underneath my skin Where should I even begin Explaining this is like a treasure Map that leads to a mind full of cap For once I don't write about the trap Ay, look at what I made, oh she scrapped Gettin out the bed might actually make me wanna snap They gave me pills but I don't see colors like I used to way back Makin me think this might be a trap You could call me slack But to be honest i just don't feel so modest And I can't explain why, but usually I'm not to shy I don't know why? I might be one of the oddest, I still pray to god Even though religion ain't my promise I'm just an artist slowly turing to a product, bringing bars So hard, yeah they are the hottest But still yet I'm one of the calmest Locked in the stu working on art Writing my pain down on a card I'm just an artist Slowly turning to a product I been doin this For a while And I know that people talk And no people hate on my style An I know that I ain't shit I keep hearin what they all say I always wake up feeling Like I'm not good enough every day Whatchu mean what's the matter? All your socials hella hit Yeh cuz I dont post the pics Of all my own depressing shit I don't need no one to see All of the things inside my head That make me wanna quit this game And feel like I'm better off dead I'm just an artist slowly turing to a product, bringing bars So hard, yeah they are the hottest But still yet I'm one of the calmest Locked in the stu working on art Writing my pain down on a card I'm just an artist Slowly turning to a product