I don't give a fuck bout blowing up
Oh fuck I forgot I be getting reckless
They don't get the premise
I just bounce it back almost like playing tennis
I don't think they get it
Let me pedal back almost like I'm a cyclist
I was like in middle school
Tyler the Creator taught me I was cool
Earl Sweatshirt showed me that I could write
Bout all the fucked up shit in my mind
Everyone around me acting stupid
Feel like I'm caught inside a bad dream lucid
Rest in peace Juice still feel ruined
I don't really fuss bout blowing up
Oh fuck I forgot I be getting reckless
They don't get the premise