Jobe - Falling Lyrics

Let me talk about myself for a minute
Still without a real job with my pockets needing spinach
Still with my wallet that's as skinny as me
Those dirty 3 striped adidas cling to my feet
I may be down often but not claiming defeat
Until I'm 6 feet under with my family tree
Roots or making lots of green to make my family tree grow
Mixed up boy being called a negro
Need enough cash to help my colony grow
Or to get some therapy
All in my thoughts thats just native to me
Mix it with some french wine like a metis
Still think the finest girl's android 18
But been blind to the blondes since 2013
Don't even get me started on my girl
How that she has curly hair and that it's easy to rhyme girl with curls
Tryna be a man while dancing off these hand prints
I heard you got a man wrote you a note on a napkin
I wipe my hands with it
Some vague stupidness for those who know who they are
You can say I'm a dick but I'm not rich or ard
Only past thoughts keep me driven as my car
Tom nooks got nothing on my car payments
No car wash been waiting til its rainin
Gas tank emptier than all my savings
Tryna make my wallet go super saiyain
I ain't feeling lucky
I been feeling ugly
I got acne on me
I been real lonely
But I send my frown away when I'm eating a cinnabon
Keep my blinds closed embracing some melanin
Thanks for listening though really
'Cause I've been up 'til 5 a.m on the regular
And here's this quick EP until my mic gets better
And to remind you of a little bit of summer
Just to remind you of a little bit of summer
And to remind you of a little bit
A little bit
Little bit
Little bit
Little bit of summer
Little bit of summer
And to remind you of a little bit of summer
Even though I know it is september
That's the end of the EP
The end of the EP
I hope that you see me soon