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