Fresh

I don't need anyone

To be content or happy I make content for rap fiends and instagram baddies

On a separate ting, Some of them cross over

She said she played my shit all through Stoptober

I'm regimented and pragmatic It takes her over the finish line and she stay sober

I like to release music in a vulnerable state

And then I wake up in the morning feeling mistakes have been made

It's like therapy, believe it or not It helps me deal with not giving a fuck on any song

I don't sip henny, no way, sometimes it sounds tight

When I used to drink, I used to have the worst nights

All I wanted was my letters, the devil couldn't supply

I was too drunk to dank, too hung, she never sad

But what about me, I'm bussing my nut, and then I'm outie

It's only funny for me cos she never used to shout me

Now I approach in a certain way

I ain't bringing nothing nice, she get perla rosé

The weed I bought ain't the best of my tray

I was trying to wife you, hold you down

But if you dream me like I'm tryna fling

You put it out into the atmosphere

And then I went and turned it right round

I'm just going off the energy

So were you telling me, babe, you're gonna remember me?

We was young, our heads spun and experimenting I never tried no drugs but I knew for you it's pending

I didn't wanna go clubs, you said that's irritating

Said it's elevating and maybe I shouldn't stay in

You don't get it, do you

That was never gonna be me, I only got wrecked like that

Cos of the scene, brown suttin in my cup, that was normal for me

And the fellas, normally pouring a couple stellas

But fuck that, I remember what creator man said to me

So I had my golden pen on my side since secondary

I make it out like I'm fucking Bare Tings

When really, I just want a wife I can lay with

Someone I can trust knowing they won't snake it

These bitches never wanna see you make it I'm a rapper but

Highkaveli is my alias

Thinking about the stream I had

It's absurd, me and you weren't kicking it

Different turns we took

But now look, there's another guy hitting it

The bitch hurt me, I mean her hair straighteners burnt me

Ironic, cos she know I like her hair curly

And if the weed ain't her beat, then I don't want it

She said I'm like a weed alcoholic

Chronic, sat back blazing, what's the topic

She deal with me, I don't kiss and tell We can keep it real hush, I tell my friends

I'm working, we can pour out the crew And we can keep two burning

She's learning that I ain't like these freaks

Trying to fuck on a bitch every single day of the week

Listen again, listen again, listen again It's just like language and cognition