Track 12 of my new album "Can I Have Your Attention?", which you can stream anywhere you listen to music like Spotify or Bandcamp. Give it a listen and let me know what you think!

Featuring artist gaptoothv4mp !!!

lyrics:

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own

Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own

Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone

And the pennies to loans

Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals

Watch me make what they make wither

For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry

I'm looking up in the car and its starry

Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari

I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus

I am so gorgeous

You would pay for what I forge

It's really simple

Broke a bone. Got a cap

Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out

I said it. I'm going all out

I said I'm pretty like Ricky

You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city

I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me

Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me

I got a spear. Make you move in a line

I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like

If you like it I love it

Care about me but I am not cuffin'

Like it how I'm not bluffin'

He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)

Whip it up in a pot

Beat him up and I give him a (?)

You my son boy, you was (?)

NPC yeah, you was a bot

(Bot)

Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own

Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own

Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone

And the pennies to loans

Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals

Watch me make what they make wither

For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars

But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller

And you talk like you're not on those painkillers

You got caught and went back to the same dealer

You're not real like the F in concave mirrors

You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors

I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me

Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out

I said it. I'm going all out

I said I'm pretty like Ricky

You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city

I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me

Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me

I got a spear. Make you move in a line

I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line

Fisher baby! (Uh!)

It's a sign of the times

I rip out your spin

You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes

I'm checking the time like all of the time

Working on signs and my lines and designs

People who talked bad on me have no plays

They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried

So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz

I'm spending my hours on shrines

I'm spending hours frigid over every digit

Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out

I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out

I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay

And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid

It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice

In my mind, I'm a cat

I got mice that I chase

I got mice that I chase

I got lines that I make

I got tracks that I make

I don't cop out

It's all thought out

People hate on what's new like they thawed out

I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it,

You know i go all out

All out!