surprise

Nah fuck it

I'm done fuckin' with these dumbass

Twenty, I can do what I want now, twenty of 'em in like what now

Like twenty of 'em tryna put me down

This fucker in my class done misgendered Jade

The fuck's the agenda? Ay

Gimme a year and a full-time course

And a full-time job and a full-time war with myself

I'm a full-time baddie with full-time meds

I'm screamin' in my pillow "Get the fuck out my head"

I scrapped a whole EP and scrapped a whole album

Tell me how I can reach figures like a thousand, in my bank account

Without tryna copy off these copycat albums

AM or PM, the problem is in, the problems I hold on my chin

The issues my tears gon' touch, the issues my condenser picks up

Recorded the previous bars and mysterious art

When I was still fragile as fuck

I wanna keep all of my feelings all tucked but

Even in mud, my stride is for real, my mental is up

Tell 'em"Go fill up my cup"

(My cup)

Recorded an album, that shit I just binned

I'm feelin' myself, got that feelin' within

I'm ready to play the game and then win

I'm ready to take all my shit and go live in the middle of nowhere

And pump out an album like every year

Finally feelin' my strength in my limbs

"Strength in numbers" is nothin' but myths

Here's a mixtape of tunes for you to listen through

And experience who I've been morphin' into

I've been needin' more money to live, but how can I earn

If all I've been gettin' is tiny 'lil hints and tiny 'lil hits

I've been takin' down many beats I've made, purely because of this

I've been performin' at parties, sometimes I work on myself

But how can I call anybody for help

When everyone else is outta the house

I've been filled with doubt that they even like me

"Do you think that you're nice enough" yeah

"Do you think that you're right enough" yeah

"Do you think your personality is fine, your kindness is right

But your gender is kinda puttin' them off"