Uber Therapy

[Intro]
(I'm Working on Dying)
Oh shit, VXM, where is this Mazda, where that shit at?
Alright

[Verse]
My Uber just asked me, "How are you?" I said, "I'm good," I lied
Then he replied back "That's good," I cut him off and said, "I'm fine"
A lot of things been heavy, mhm, on my mind
Like I hate people, I really do
I hate when I don't know exactly what to do
I'm so nice, it's easy to play it cool
'Cause I really don't care, I'm really not moved
But life's not fair so you better make your move
Boy or girl I don't care, dancing just like a groove
Why these niggas got so much shit to prove?
I ain't a liar, I just don't tell the whole truth
Like, "You could go harder," but your shit just wack
I really like your makeup but not your eyelash
I really like this nigga but I don't want to gas
Can't be his friend 'cause he think I want him back
And I'm tired of everyone expecting me to be polite
I'm tired of everything being wrong or right
I can't sit by you niggas, all y'all smell
Might've told him I love him but I hope he goes to hell
Tryna see shit for what it is, not from a cell
Don't hit me on my cell, I don't like to text
Only way niggas gon' be able to reach me is through mail
Influenced a lot of you niggas, huh, just to be yourself, I can tell
And I can't say who's harder, I'm not a snitch, I can't tell
Huh, I don't see who's harder than me, I'm not blind, no braille
Treat her like my daughter, I'ma pop her, no pill
I ain't always chipper, I'm happy, no meal
And your music didn't touch me, no consent, I didn't feel
"Hook kinda sound like—" bitch better kill
And I just might— nah, shit I'm chill
Nobody ever wanna let me finish my sentence
Wait, pull up to the side, we at my location
Yeah, thanks for listening (Ha, haha, ha)