u wont hear this anyway

Ayy
 I'm very worn out
 It's the best time, you know, to do things like this
 Yuh
 Writin' this about you, writin' this about you (oh yeah)
 Know that you moved away, baby, I'm pissed
 I got a list of all the famous girls that I'm gon' holla at when I get rich
 Girl, I'm a dog, but we're young and we're sick
 If you got a dating app on you
 Then you ain't no better than me when it comes to this shit
 Both tryna figure things out gettin' lit
 Still, I just trick 'cause you fine and you thick
 I'm all for this topic, I'm all for the chips
 That's always my motive
 I've always been sad and I've always exposed it
 I've always felt lonely and everyone knows it
 I've been had anxiety, still can't control it
 Been makin' money, but gotta be smarter
 Here gettin' older, the critics get harsher
 The weed, it gets rolled up, I light and I spark it
 That dude he go hard, but my shit go the hardest
 Here for a long, long time and I ain't gonna quit shit yet
 Get in that long, long line if you really gon' show up as a threat
 I've been taking care of me, goin' to therapy
 Been self-aware, I've been lookin' for clarity
 Know that these fuckboys be dissin' me terribly
 But I can't trip on them boys, they ain't scare me
 Got a crib by myself, I've been lonesome
 I think people 'round me think that I'm on one
 I'm just seeing things from a new view
 Being secluded, protecting my mood
 Ridin' alone, I got shit on my dome
 I got dudes tryna hurt me 'cause all of them broke
 They hate to see me do well and put on
 They told me I'm lost, can't knock me out of my zone
 Ain't wrote 'bout my mom in a minute, I fear
 And that would be shit that y'all don't wanna hear
 Like, "That shit don't slap, homie, that shit too deep"
 But I'm like, "Fuck it," if you can't accept me for me
 I'm dolo, I would call you up
 But I just seen a photo of both of y'all happy
 And then it all clicked
 It's been like eight or nine months since we talked
 And it's been about eight or nine months I've been workin'
 I been on my shit, and then I get sick
 Real life hit me like a mother fuckin' brick
 More money, more problems, I mother fuckin' wish
 I'm thinkin' 'bout mama, is she disappointed?
 I wanna say more, but I try to avoid it
 'Cause sometimes I feel like I'm fuckin' annoying
 I'm newly immense, don't feel like a boy
 And I just want to tell you I'm tryna progress
 Life hit us both, but I wish you the best
 If I see you when I travel out west
 I hope you hold onto that promise we kept