One more week

Trouble in my sleep schedule ain't shit

Because last night was a homerun hit

I feel like a winner, motherfucking D.Wright

I ain't in her, yet it already feels alright

And you know my bat's ready to go all the way

I am swinging for the fences all night all day

I'm lost in translition

I'm out of contention

I'm feeling like I'm in lack of your attention

So I scream like a teen havin' an abortion

Nothing is wrong in the eye of the beerholder

I have lost my phone, feels like it doesn't matter

I'm not a poet, certainly not a rapper

I got enough rhymes to make your mother laughter

I feel like naked without the fucking thingy

Our relationship got me a lil bit cringy

Insecure as fuck, that's why I'm gettin' noisy

I'm judging all you hoes, I'm so fucking picky

They say beauty's in the eye of the motherfucking beerholder

But since I drink no booze you would say that I had seen none in her

So please explain me why I feel like I have been hit by a truck

At the moment she told me she wanted us to casually fuck

Once again I see her and I feel like I suck

She swallows but ain't none of the hoes I get stuck

With, my balls get bigger every day without her

One more week and I'll grow a bonebreaking boner