A narrator wrestles with racing thoughts and fear of rejection from family and his girlfriend, but anchors himself in fatherhood to two young boys. He smokes to cope with the chaos, then pivots to defiant confidence about making it.
Stuck in this situation anticipation I think I'm mutating to something lazy Or I'm crusading Thinking that I can make it Bottom line though, I'm going crazy Stuck in this situation anticipation I think I'm mutating to something lazy Or I'm crusading Thinking that I can make it Bottom line though, I'm going crazy My mind is always racing Sometimes it seems like even my family hates me Feel like my girlfriend don' Want to date me but who can blame her? Look at me lately but either way baby, I'mma be okay, you'll see I got two little boys that no one could ever take from me Anyone want to come and play with me? I pull the K off of the cabinet and slay the scene or leave your face red and purple like Maybelline Stuck in this situation anticipation I think I'm mutating to something lazy Or I'm crusading Thinking that I can make it Bottom line though, I'm going crazy yeah, I wish I could adapt But I'm always getting trapped as soon as the ball snaps I'm like fuck, what the fuck is the point? So I stay puffing a joint until I'm stuck in a joint Hit the fucking coin star with a bucket of coins Then leave the store with your whore Startling my groin yeah Stuck in this situation anticipation I think I'm mutating to something crazy Newfound confidence has me pacing Bottom line, bitch, I'm gonna make it.
