Too much on my plate, I’m starvin’ in the mansion

Double cup ain’t half full, it’s leakin’ like my patience

FaceTime my demons, they collect-call from the basement

Grammy on the shelf, still can’t shelve the displacement

Jet lag in my veins, I’m a ghost in the SkyMiles

Money make ‘em smile, but it don’t match my child’s smile

Heart pumpin’ 808s, ribs rattle like vinyl

Pray Sampha’s loop ‘til the spiral turns idle

Too much ice on my neck, I’m froze,

Too many ghosts in my texts, they close,

Jung Kook hit the high note, soul exposed,

Central Cee slid through with the quotes,

LAROI pour pain in every bar I wrote,

Lamb truck matte black, still feel broke,

Love left scars on my wrist in smoke,

I drown in lights but I still can’t float—

It’s too much, still ain’t enough,

Fame feel fake when the trust get tough.