What Am I to Do?

One, one, one
Two, two, two, two
Two, two
Said, said, yeah
You can find me where the city meets the skyline
Knocking back the whiskey like its white wine
Say shes finished work and so I bide time
til I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
Its fine, we watch the world go by
Saw the whole world through my girls own eyes
And they were pale like the photo size
Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who?
really, nothing of concern, see the citys on fire
Watch the bridges as they burn
I disappear now Im wishing shed return
At the same time, wishing I could learn
All this paper that I earned
The first bird gets the worm
The second mouse gets the cheese, trust
And I been sat down doing this with ease
Too much, Ps, someone take it for me please, please
Cant get up
Spine wont let up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up
But what am I to do?
Im worried bout you
Sayin that my mind wont let up
Spine wont let up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up, yeah
But what am I to do
If Im worried bout you?
I didnt write a second verse
So Ill kick a free
Im all about being me
LC ripping mics in the place to be
Ezra Collective, we do this so frequently
Its me on the flipping mic
Yeah, I said it right
I say it twice if I do this like every night
Shouts to Jorja
Met on the stage, grab a water
Now I talk to missus bout her daughter
Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit
Let me see if I can come a bit more legit
In a boat, no joke
I dont smoke
Give a toke, I dont do that
Coming with some new raps, so whos that?
LC on the bigger mic
I might have said that twice
But anyways, let me get away and come back
Kickin real raps
Yeah, have that
Let up
Wont get up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up, ah
But what am I to do?
Im worried bout you
Yo Im sayin that my mind wont let up
Spine wont let up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up, yeah
But what am I to do
If Im worried bout you?
Yo, I writ another 15 or 16
I never worry, keep my clean
I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine
From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green
The streets are mean but my mother aint
And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait
And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumber state
Say it straight, shed fix me a plate, stuff it in my face
Id never run around the bits with the bangers really
But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me
Cause if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me
Chuck in some raps, get a a daps, they can see it clearly
Cause its inside of them
I grab the paper and I ride the pen
Livin this life, I aint tryna end
So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend
Waiting for feelings I can rhyme again
Ah, cant get up
Mind wont let up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up
But what am I to do?
Im worried bout you
Yo Im sayin that my mind wont let up
Spine wont get up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up
But what am I to do?
Im worried bout you
I cant get up
Wont let up
In my neck
Aint got time for a check up
And yeah, Im fed up, yo
But what am I to do
If I been worried bout you?
I been saying that my mind wont let up
Spine wont get up
Lump in my neck
Aint got time for a check up
Im fed up
But what am I to do
If I been worried bout you?
You, you, you
If I been worried bout you
I sing it now
One, one, one
Two, two, two