Hope I Collect Dust

I don't give a fuck bout blowing up

Hope I collect dust

Oh fuck I forgot I be getting reckless

They be getting jealous 

They don't get the premise


I just bounce it back almost like playing tennis

I don't think they get it 

How did I get like this 

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

I never fit in

Shit not even with music  

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

Hope I collect dust

Oh fuck I forgot I be getting reckless

They be getting jealous 

They don't get the premise