She from Poland,
get my Poggi,
she got home with it,
I throw her through it.

Tired as hell.

We in bed with the lights up,
but I don't feel it at all.

Feeling down, yeah, let's go, yeah.

Yeah,
hey.

Came out of school,
tired as hell,
in bed with the lights on.

Thinking like a poet,
like Kendrick Lamar, tired of my work, my duty,
my city,
my world.

Yeah,
confession,
confession,
confession.

Leave me alone.