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ashamed adultry , sinful bliss its me , walk around having no concern of others feelings thats me

searching for a money tree                                                                                          or could it be  me?  that i look for or my image that is hard it leaves the real me dead  in the street ,     i dont know much so im going to dive in and  take a big leap

its drives me crazy , overthinking things about to swerve off the road careless and lazy , the mind amaze me

i’ve been impatiently waitin , to show you niggas satan                                                    a$AP R()cky

my life is a test  that im not too confident that im passing ,not  too much words that can help , or guide so theres no point of asking, for help , or hints , racing through my thoughts for answers now im gasping

no matter how many fallen stars more will emerge from the darkness ,shine bright or dark or dim searching for worst or bliss , life cycle of real or fake people with things to say bleed out words like  a slit wrisk, till death do it’s part haunted by its kiss

going to the studio next weekend

whats my problem? life and the fact im living in it  , everybody bring me down attracting fly’s make you feel like shit

no matter where i go or what i do trouble seems to find me

dreams that money can buy