S.C.U.M

Every night in a bar till midnight
Then sit by the river stare moonlight
Throat full of smoke
Not a wise guy
Heart fully broke
And mind like
Eye to eye
With the lil homie me
Saying would you be proud
With the choices I made?
Kid laughs
The lil mini me
Says: "listen homie you ain't doing too great"
I walk around museums
Or spend my days locked in my bedroom
Headphones on while Creep plays along
Till I'm done with the pack that I was smoking
Yeah I've noticed
I'm quite distant
Get too personal
In an instant
I'll either fall in love you
Or your face might get fisted
Yeah I'm twisted

I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess

I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM

Don't like big crowds
Don't like big mouths
With small minds
Got no big pals
Not a family guy
Indecisive
Don't talk to me bout big plans
Ain't go no crib
Feelin homesick
Always in the air
Feelin air-sick
I don't know where the fuck's my focus
And I'm really outta fucks left to give
I'm a damn mess
Feeling damn stressed
Yet I don't really care if I die
Should i feel blessed?
Trynna read press
See how really lucky is my life
Do I want a normal life?
I don't know
Fast cars and mansions?
I don't know
Big racks and bitches?
I don't know
Or should I live my life like a hobo?

I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess
I'm a fuckin' mess

I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM