Look At Me Now Lyrics

Look at me now

Hope that you're proud of me now

All of my efforts renounced

Giving a fuck not an ounce

I am that clown

Ran out the ward with the gown

Heard the word passed around town

All of my shots they don't count

Nowadays he feeling negative as fuck

Had to compare his shit to know it relatively sucks

Had run stairs to make a measly ten to fifteen bucks

So it's un-rare to say there's not a single person he trusts

Didn't work out the way that I want but it was expected

Spending hours just sitting there thinking and feeling resentment

Reviewing my past and sorting through all the shit neglected

Now I be tweaking and spazzing feeling like I'm epileptic

Foam at mouth

Pointing the torch aiming right at your house

Chilling lil bitch I be roaming about

Taking a shit on the company's couch

Fuck it I'm out

I don't like you I'm not plugging around

Talking that shit bitch I'm mugging him down

If I get stressed lil bitch Imma bounce

Sweat or fret

Plan C4s on your jet

I'm just as happy in my crib with 5k square feet less

I don't need to show you that I can get your bitch undressed

In the recent 4 years of my I've yet to be impressed

Yes Indeed

Touch my damn weed

Grab the cookie from the jar right from the pantry

Not another person lazier than mancee

Can't get a grip on nothing had to keep his hands free

Damn

I feel the burden

I kneeled in person

I cannot handle all the stress that's on my shoulder

Felt like it's over

I was right about that shit

I done manifest that bitch

Look at me now

Hope that you're proud of me now

At the age of twenty three on a daily basis bitch I'm feeling down

Climbing up the money tree racing got my feet lifted from the ground

Ugh yuh

I feel like shit don't faze me

Go ahead and spit on your pedestal

I don't want nothing crazy

I just want turn me a spectacle

I like the reverb spacy

I guess that makes me identical

Checking the margins daily

Only increasing by decimals

Everything looking repetitive aye

Everyday I'm feeling negative aye

Talk out his neck and I'm setting him straight

Ten shots making like seven or eight

For Pete's sake I ain't been getting no break

Too many takes man I got hell of a taste