PERCH - Ben Beal

This isn’t a fucking game bruh

I will kill you if you don’t shut up

It’s what is is

It’s what it is (Ayo)

I used to think my family hated me

So I hated myself

There was no talent in my town

I had to make it myself

I copped a record player

Popped a vinyl in

Let it spin

I took a Vyvanse, a Xanax, and 3 Klonopin

I was just like so redundant

I think, I think, I think if I stay inside

I might lose my mind

I know, I know I’m not

Big but I’m ready to die

My life is what I fantasise

The beat was made by Banksy

Beal and J about to vandalise

I guess I’m always a victim

Little bit of weed in my Lipton

I just can’t sample no more

Without getting hit up by these dead artists' children

Like I don’t give a fuck if you need a new pool

Or a new house

Always dead broke but guess what

I’m dead broke now

14 with a problem

15 he’s a problem

Turned 16 and dropped Smile now life’s fucking awesome

Until the legal fees are coming now

They leaving me with nothing now

The only thing I got is this motherfucking concussion

Damn

My mom told me get a job but I’m in too deep

I’ve been bouncing off the walls blame the ADD

I’m looking for a spot to perch

My brain fucking hurts

And I’ve been dreaming of what’s to come

Tell me what I’m worth

My mom told me get a job but I’m in too deep

I’ve been bouncing off the walls blame the ADD

I’m looking for a spot to perch

My brain fucking hurts

And I’ve been dreaming of what’s to come

Tell me what I’m worth

Imma mope around

The bird claws hold me down

Nobody knows me now

Nobody knows

Imma mope around

The bird claws hold me down

Nobody knows me now

Nobody knows

And it goes