Those Worries

Eliy Orcko: Bring some booze for ya boy Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll Never choose for ya boy Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt There ain't no food for ya boy Manning up, I'm big enough No childhood to destroy This all the pain to enjoy Gao the Arsonist: Allegedly adolescent Fuck the little boy talk Poised generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped Worried that I'll scuttle from the gutters that employ dropouts Deadbeats Deadbeat from beating dead horses Said the orifice in my life is where the laughter was When chilling with my niggas and my bitch will give like half the buzz it used to The apathy would prove to me I'm used to it "Try and lighten up" is fucking like persuading glue to stick Useless tips in ear like tacky cotton swabs that lose the tips Adult status out of place like boomers move the hips I ain't even had a fucking legal glass of booze to drink Fools is pissed off and drowning sorrows, too much diuretic Ain't old enough to drive but I'm borderline diabetic Sweet Don't even know what type to fucking try a medic I ain't ready, so somber, swear the violins ain't diegetic My genetics dictate that I'm average height with stocky build But of course I feel smaller when I hear that most are popping pills Anti-depressant in the workplace Can't find the pleasure that I traded in to earn pay, nigga Cannot wait 'til I caluclate price tag math by hand And try rations Get over bruises like an ice pack Hurry to the doctor like a knife stabbed me Leisure bites back now Hide snacks In the dining cabinet Spike sugar balance Buy, check the balance Dry Drinking gallons of iced liquor Drown crying quicker Down five pitchers Down five stories headfirst Wager with aging folk and joke who be dead first Grease from an analogue clock in the fountain of youth is only thing to quench thirst Yeah shit Never felt fitting with myself as the elder Years drag me forward, finger nails scraping floor kick and scream like a temper tantrum What I still wanna throw when the pent up anger Indicates on the gauge, pressure sensors amber Left out going the right way Life is Ambidextrous I'll be reckless 'til my life up rooted by children like a dandelion Snatch a second life from the womb Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns Back when mother ironed the uniform I'd cry and be soothed No pride I could lose Only challenge i had was how fast i was tying my shoes Heart is where icicles grew Wait for the bitch with the scythe as a tool (Grown up, butterflies in my stomach, now the hole is sewn up Everybody say that I should focus) Zack Taylor: Why'd you have to go? Time is in the past I've been on the road Ain't no turning back Looking at myself, staring at the sun Stranger looking back Can't remember that Take a picture and paint it black Why'd you have to go? Time is in the past I've been on the road Ain't no turning back Looking at myself, staring at the sun Stranger looking back Can't remember that Can't remember that *You're a man now*