Happiest Kid in the World - Irish Goodbye Lyrics

I see the years accumulate on the paper pal
Sorry I ain't chase a job, you know I'm not tryna be a cashier
Just tryna get the cash here, so i can work on greater sounds
Hungry as the africans that god leaves to save themselves
And die after a day or twelve, for trying to survive
Life is heaven and hell, some profit off of life
Medicine helps, to no surprise
Nothing better than the lack of lies though, from staying inside
I learned another lesson

If i'm ever next in the game, they'll be testing, stressing
Betting when i'll be lame, and making shit a contest
Watching all of my steps, just to fuel the gossip
And prop themselves up, but i am my own shelter
Still tryna rock with fellas, turn my fam to rockefellers
Wonder if i never prodded, ran with acapella
Maybe I'd connect with ya at an earlier level

I guess I'll never know, I just never tried to step on toes
They recognize intention only when they find themselves at fault
Every time presenting my endeavors, it's too cryptical
Niggas don't get it though I'm fixing close to vision
Hopefully it'll be worth it but I see shit's never perfect
So uncertain what i'm working for
Just might close the curtains so i don't have to explain no more
I lived to die trying
Changed after realizing they can't see my sky

They're crossing thoughts on me
Never confirming with me? I'm walking off homie

They're tryna talk on me
Never confirming with me? I'm walking off homie

I let my pen hit my scroll up, for hymns i need to grow
Can't depend on the globe, I just might go evanescence mode
Me and her used to irish goodbye, now i go alone
Whatchu know bout that?
I been solo since the minish cap, a minute before that
So oddly enough, a nigga's not to be touched
Without some heatproof gloves, no see-through love