My mom said I'm a fucking disappointment, yeah
I've been wanting to be candid lately
Light a candle for the ones that passed
If I can't stand, I'm lighting up the gas, throw your lighters up
Make sure that you're high enough to breathe into the fire
Luck love ain't nothing close to what it seems
But I, I've never been so close to all my dreams
I mean, shit, I used to steal purple and beats when I was 15
Now I send a track back fast, he likes that shit's clean
And all I do is take ten minutes to write a 16
Oh we, who? Me?
Literally littering from the generate to inter sector with innocent
God help you as the kid gets blessed with some tennis shit
Whip around the city lane, skirt tryna get a grip
I don't give a shit of the proverbial fuck circumstance
Circumstances circle 'til it turn into luck, earth
With the space and time fabrics, the shades of my glass is fucking up
My mom still say I don't call enough
And my girl, it's so funny as fuck what the world do
Rose-tinted lenses, I been one with the world through
When the music dies down hope you stick around
Regardless, I'ma run it up
So bitches know the score like Charles Woofs, like Charles Woofs
Bitches know the score like Charles Woofs, like Charles Woofs
Bitches know the score like Charles Woofs, like Charles Woofs
Said bitches know the score like Charles Woofs, like Charles Woofs