Sunny

[Intro] Going through some shit Yeah, ay, uh [Verse 1] Feeling like my ignorance has been breaking apart, uh Somewhere between making M's and making my mark Stare at the ceiling, what is the purpose? I'm praying my brain's the church I'mma need to buy some detergent My spirit got on some dirt I'm twenty-two but feeling twenty-nine and twelve all at the same time Scrap with some demons for hours like Anime fights Never tell my parents the truth But the day I do, I can see their perspective I just hopе that they gon' understand mine I got a crib now I don't owе nobody for this work, so I just thank God Came across so many bottles filled with tears The market is a place of fear The shades they rock to cover up them pained eyes Chase success but hope I don't get too successful fame-wise, uh Fake honesty, you not my friend, you franchise I don't want a life where privacy's a thing I can't find Yeah, they love the movie but they move on when the main dies Man, it's tragic Too many cameras, it'll get you manic Don't want the fame, I want some rest This shit is thankless I heard the rent's expensive up in Calabasas My plan today is get some head, and get my prayers answered Or maybe tail, coin toss Your energy ain't touching me I'll rip your face off Been through a lot, I'm moving like I never take loss I'll make a movie and my life's the story that it's based of Fuck around I eat some Jollibee's I love the grease and all the seasoning I just want some peace No enemies, but Imma still compete New apartment, got my keys We fuckin' in the evening Apologies but I'mma body you in songs I'm featuring [Bridge] You ain't gonna rap no more, no more You gon' be a TikToker dancer, no, no You gon' be a filmmaker, when you meet Scorsese he will say your movies all trash and so so (Aaaahhh) [Verse 2] Man this shit is soundin' painful Praising the Lord, but I'm here to make Satan look like an angel With the wings and all like Lemon Pepper Ricky Ross and Drake In any case, you know I'm in when I got them currencies to make I got the cake The heist is easy when you know the combination to the safe This shit come easy to me I just ask, He give it to me I used to roll the paper, now the paper rollin' in Man, I don't know what changed But maybe I just started focusing You don't like how I'm moving 'Least I'm moving like a U-Haul I don't like parties in the hills That shit is too far They do more lines than Tarantino movies Acting like they better than me Take your motherfucking Prada boots off Less brain cells than a Whip-it! can Sold a couple Gildan shirts, tell the world he's a business man Your shoes are fake and your whip is rented It's always sunny in Indo' And lately man I just need a tan