OLD SHIT (CareGiver)

[Verse 1] I write a song about my soul, and I tell you I know the other side of mother side Pulling up pampers til memories collide You ever see a lost mind skip like a tune? All time fade-away, Alzheimer's afternoon In a room of walls get skicky as it's my house The couch don't love me, the couch don't love me. It need me I swear to God I don't remember my name. A gypsy On the sidewalk with a hump, and a cane What's a melody for art like this? Arthritis Care-giver on a Sunday, a hood bitch JK I left the hoodie in the crib. Fuck it [Verse 2] When I see my name in the lights, on a night When the moon bright, and the stars out; You can carve out a piece of my soul It's gold like Jay Elect Presidente, El Camino to the Kinsey Sixteen bars in sixteen seconds, I dream rap All my metaphors got three wings it's angel pretty Dangle with me from the gates unseen. Aunt Pearly, it's early And my God says goodmorning. Smelling like dime bags And rapping like young Lauryn. Prolific [Verse 3] Dark liquor brands, rap game, the new Grandy Dark metaphors, Noname the new nanny You got a dollar? I could watch your granny, and her kid's kids Both where they live, both in a bib Cause rap money ain't money; temporary stage life I fell in love with metaphors, temporary page wife First verse was about my old job Second verse was about a new God, who gone be that Half drunk profit; Profiting where the weed at? New Jazz Similie.... Lullaby the babies with the Similac & Hennessy Bitter sweet, cause everything ain't about twerking Unless everything is about twerking