Boredom

Chaos won’t stop me sleeping out of boredom Kinda makes sense that I don’t wanna hoard them Looking at the house market, check the mortgage Worried ‘bout your car? Park it, petrol shortage I witnessed pandemonium beginning My thoughts were random, lonely, dumb and within Tried to heed the warning from the messenger It never got to me what with my blessing, bruh I need to pick someone for resurrection I’m outright wrong so hearing their correction Don’t need correcting on the mathematics If you talk shit then I’m gon’ draft a plan, bitch “He got on his Christmas shit in October” Yeah, for a song which I flipping walked over Now I’ve cleared up that mess I feel half as bad Got hoes without flat chests who think laughter’s sad They’re drowning in despair and sodden from tears But they’re gold diggers so can sod off from here I ain’t got ghostwriters, I’m independent Gonna roast writers ‘cause I’m unrepentant Nevertheless I might still come alive again I needed another attempt to strive again Post Malone congratulated insincerely Rihanna’s unapologetic - in theory Write my name into the history books, bitch ‘Cause I dug up a rainbow’s treasure - look, bitch Arrogance is an illusion - I’m humble I still make mistakes, yeah, still fall and stumble Honestly I just wanna get this done now But timekeeping’s a skill that I ain’t won now I must be careful and know I’m a warden I could fall asleep what with all this boredom