Spamming (Skit)

[Verse 1] Middle class in class writing and notes Liquor store Cards and hands in, hands on I hate forgetting important stuff I hate forgetting things That I wanna say So much to say that I wanna say but nothing comes out Heed thoughts and sayings everywhere, J. Reyez Influence and inspiration No signing or singing that repetition with me Roll up the jean sleeves and sweater sleeves Bragging about being an OG Seasick, smelling my blankets, clothes, hair, newspaper Homework, pencil, I wear my heart on my sleeve Programs crash USB, bitter, pictures that I make of Detox is now cliché Used so many words in my songs and now they are so cliché Speakers blare annoying loud Ignoring the buzzing from the headphones while recording Because there are so many things to get done in such little time And then screaming and pulsing the veins ughing everything This music grind is so stressful but I’m almost done yay Then there is still the Kyle one Hate it when I bite my own lips or tongue inside, rough, mixed Texture, someone you can’t see, champions More likely similar to stresses of a tired brain This is called the spamming skit get used to it Journal, so happy, no turning back Okay finally after all this I must and promise myself To discipline myself I’m gone