Jobe - Wake Up Lyrics

Rappers fluffing up their verse with cussing, I'm never cursing
Forever swerving on expletives that'll never serve purpose
Further from vulgar lip service, my mom can say she heard this
My phone's without service, alone and I'm worthless
Like boobs when they're shirtless
Like church without worship
Flirt with girls without purpose
Our conversations are wordless
We talk with just emojis just knock my trust there's no worries
Emotions off, tears to flurries
Locks readjust my hearts buried
My depart from her memories
Got caught others in the quarry
Query, were the covers for her suffering
Smothered another lover with lost thoughts of a wedding ring
We were never involved but got her box to the left of me
I heard all of her calls kinda shocked that I let it ring
I think before the fall I was dropped for some better things
Eyes pink, she never balled this hard before
Like Caillou with extra chemo or a kid who learned dinosaurs
Ain't real we ain't feel how we're supposed to
I use this lead with my head to make her say "don't shoot"
Gave her an addiction to the diction in my words
Ain't no fiction in my words got her fixing for some verbs
Causing friction with my tongue saliva's fuel let it burn
Feel my role's to die but wait my turn
I wallow while I swallow tips from everyone I follow
Bottle sorrow in a novel until I let 'em out on a microphone or something else
I'm not a good rapper I just get feelings out
Doubt I'll ever be something
Bumping Chum on the regular dumping cum on my stomach hair
See them girls but I'll never stare
Got a girlfriend like a launcher missiles land to air
Observe a fly girl too long I better say my prayers
Say 'em regardless
I don't miss, missus of which I'm on their "on guard" list
I'm not godless, not flawless, I always change the topic
Half Polish not polished other half is from the tropics
Bars not mixed no chorus this verse is long like horses
Faces, I face it my place to be complacent
I hate this. Erase this. Best lines are white like racists
"K" from my ex "K" in my text K I'm on to the next one thought on my mind
Every verse I write's cosigned by suicide
Anti-depressants is the beat lyrics beat a therapist
Freedom from embarrassment used to cure my loneliness
Verses are my consciousness versus my own thoughts again
Hang with my pen and words not in my closet dead