It's too hot for vanlife, just want my own place
Was killing shit before corona, was always roaming the states
Hope Covid don't erase what I've labored to make on tour
Just played 80 dates but there was basically 80 more
I'd been rapping for like 9 years to build up to that moment
It was as if I had finally found the component
To have, more than a camper van. I am a ramblin man
I cannot stand to be stranded, expanding hand to hand
Is all I know, I miss the crowds and promoters
I miss the towns, dingy hotels, the sounds of the motors
Out on the highway, that's my way, a different type of mind state
But for five months straight? I've been stuck in parents driveway
And it's too hot! This van is a oven
Wish I had 99 problems but I got like 80 dozen
Struggling. Because if tourings gone I'm fucked
And I don't even have it bad as most, two thousand twenty sucks
Two thousand twenty sucks
Dude, two thousand twenty sucks
Mane, two thousand twenty sucks
And I don't even have it bad as most, two thousand twenty sucks
Everything's been bad? Good, I fucking love it
Give me that awful family nonsense I just crush it
Stuff it in the gas tank, use it as a pick me up
Sip mental abuse like Gin and Juice from a sippie cup
So shit what's up? There's nothing you could say to me
Cut me, I won't run. This blood is my favorite fragrancy
I'll smear it on my face, keep living just to spite you
Present me with a bunch of bullshit and I'm punching right through
Because I'm too, stubborn to die
Survivor down to fight I'll shove my thumb through your eye
All my life I've been confronted with torturous family pain
But the strife makes us tough and forces us to handle things
So in the midst of chaos, I finally found serenity
Weathers nice, went back to vanlife, now I'm tremendously
Better than I was before. Got my independence back
So catch me at some tennis court kick flipping in my filthy hat