What Am I to Do?

Uh, this is two o'clock
 One, one, one, one
 Two, two, two, two
 Two, two
 Should I tell you? Yo
 You can find me where the city meets the skyline
 Knocking back the whiskey like it's white wine, uh
 Says she's finished work and so I bide time
 Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
 It's fine, we watch the world go by
 Saw the whole world through my girl's own eyes
 And they were pale like the photo size
 'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who?
 Really, nothing of concern, see the city's on fire
 Watch the bridges as they burn
 I disappear now I'm wishing she'd return
 At the same time, wishing I could learn, all this paper that I earned
 The first bird gets the worm
 The second mouse gets the cheese, trust
 And I been sat down doing this with ease
 Too much, Ps, someone take it for me please, please
 Can't get up
 Spine won't let up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up, uh
 But what am I to do? Uh
 I'm worried 'bout you
 Y'all saying that my mind won't let up
 Spine won't let up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up
 But what am I to do
 If I'm worried 'bout you?
 I didn't write a second verse, so I'll kick a free
 I'm all about being me
 LC ripping mics in the place to be
 Ezra Collective, we do this so frequently
 It's me on the flipping mic, yeah, I said it right
 I say it twice if I do this like every night
 Shouts to Jorja, met on the stage, grab a water
 Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter
 Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit
 Let me see if I can come a bit more legit
 In a boat, no joke, I don't smoke
 Give a toke, I don't do that
 Coming with some new raps, so who's that?
 LC on the bigger mic, I might have said that twice
 But anyways, let me get away and come back
 Kickin' real raps, yeah, have that
 Let up
 Won't get up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check up
 I'm fed up
 But what am I to do?
 I'm worried 'bout you
 Y'all saying that my mind won't let up
 Spine won't let up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up, yeh
 But what am I to do
 If I'm worried 'bout you?
 Yo, I wrote another 15 or 16
 I never worry, keep my - clean
 I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine
 From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green
 The streets are mean but my mother ain't
 And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait
 And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumbest state
 Say it straight, she'd fix me a plate, stuff it in my face
 I'd never run around the bits with the bangers really
 But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me
 'Cause if I talk about my feelings in the manor near me
 Chuck in some raps, it adapts, they can see it clearly
 'Cause it's inside of them, I grab the paper and I ride the pen
 Livin' this life, I ain't tryna end
 So, I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend
 Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again, it's like
 Ah, can't get up
 Mind won't let up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up
 But what am I to do?
 I'm worried 'bout you
 Yo, saying that my mind won't let up
 Spine won't get up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up
 But what am I to do?
 I'm worried 'bout you
 I can't get up
 Won't let up
 In my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 And yeah, I'm fed up, yo
 But what am I to do
 If I been worried 'bout you?
 I been saying that my mind won't let up
 Spine won't get up
 Lump in my neck
 Ain't got time for a check-up
 I'm fed up
 But what am I to do
 If I been worried 'bout you?
 You, you, you
 If I been worried 'bout you
 I sing it now
 One, one, one
 Two, two, two
 That's it, so fuck you