DMV

Catchy soundcloud rap, metal drums, Trap beat, melody

[Chorus]
They say next year be better, then elect a demon
Eyes wide open, brain still sleepin'
ID says alive, but hope deleted
27, already defeated
Maybe crash a Civic just to feel some shit
Maybe text you sorry just to feel legit

[Verse 2]
Chick at the desk got pink nails and lashes
sayin' happy birthday like she knows me
Say it back automatic, fake smile robotic, head pounding
27 now, and I look like my old self’s dealer.
Photo ID says don’t trust this man,
but I smile anyway like I’m not 5 missed calls deep
and 2.5 grams into a day I don’t remember ordering.
Happy birthday to me...
the DMV says the photo’s fine.
I say “Can we try again?”
They say “That’s twenty-nine.”
The guy behind me’s sighing.
I don’t even blame him.
He’s just trying to renew
and I’m trying not to unravel
in the lamination line.
Got a twitch in my eye from the 3rd Red Bull,
and I think I texted my ex something nice
but she just left me on dot like always.
I get it.
I’d leave me on read too.
DMV got a dead plant in the corner
that’s somehow still more hopeful than I been lately.

[Verse 3]
Got no plans tonight, scrollin' contacts like it means somethin'
Phone dry, last call from probation officer askin' questions
Pockets full of crumpled CVS receipts and empty baggies
Look around at these strangers and they look back empty
Older but not better, scars gettin' deeper
Therapist sayin' shit like “feel your feelings deeper”
But feelings got me throwin' up liquor in the sink
Face blurry in this ID photo, makes sense, don’t think
Guess I'll die young, or die bored,
Or die from a batch mixed wrong, body laid on the floor
But first, gotta smile at this camera, new license printed
My eyes look dead but at least I'm consistent

[Bridge]
I thought 27 would look different...
like tattoos or a rescue dog.
Instead I googled “what’s wrong with me”
and let YouTube play sad blogs.
that slice boys like me in half.
asks if I wanna retake it,
I say nah, this one’s honest.

[Outro]
Someone called me by the wrong name.
I didn’t even correct them.
Felt kind of freeing.
Or maybe just easier.
I left the DMV
with a license
and no idea who to be.

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[Verse 1] Woke up sick, birthday texts left on read puke stains on my shirt from pills I don’t remember takin' Call my dad, phone just ringin', got no voicemail set up Stumbled out the door, gotta Uber to the DMV Line so long, wanna walk out in traffic Check my pockets for change, feel the condom wrapper from last year Same expired ID, same vacant stare Last girl said I’m “drama” and ghosted me again Guess she ain't wrong, swallow Xan like communion Never baptised, but the drugs bless me still Friends tell me "just grow up" ...hell you think I been doin'? [Chorus] They say next year be better, then elect a demon Eyes wide open, brain still sleepin' ID says alive, but hope deleted 27, already defeated Maybe crash a Civic just to feel some shit Maybe text you sorry just to feel legit [Verse 2] Chick at the desk got pink nails and lashes sayin' happy birthday like she knows me Say it back automatic, fake smile robotic, head pounding 27 now, and I look like my old self’s dealer. Photo ID says don’t trust this man, but I smile anyway like I’m not 5 missed calls deep and 2.5 grams into a day I don’t remember ordering. Happy birthday to me... the DMV says the photo’s fine. I say “Can we try again?” They say “That’s twenty-nine.” The guy behind me’s sighing. I don’t even blame him. He’s just trying to renew and I’m trying not to unravel in the lamination line. Got a twitch in my eye from the 3rd Red Bull, and I think I texted my ex something nice but she just left me on dot like always. I get it. I’d leave me on read too. DMV got a dead plant in the corner that’s somehow still more hopeful than I been lately. [Chorus] They say next year be better, then elect a demon Eyes wide open, brain still sleepin' ID says alive, but hope deleted 27, already defeated Maybe crash a Civic just to feel some shit Maybe text you sorry just to feel legit [Verse 3] Got no plans tonight, scrollin' contacts like it means somethin' Phone dry, last call from probation officer askin' questions Pockets full of crumpled CVS receipts and empty baggies Look around at these strangers and they look back empty Older but not better, scars gettin' deeper Therapist sayin' shit like “feel your feelings deeper” But feelings got me throwin' up liquor in the sink Face blurry in this ID photo, makes sense, don’t think Guess I'll die young, or die bored, Or die from a batch mixed wrong, body laid on the floor But first, gotta smile at this camera, new license printed My eyes look dead but at least I'm consistent [Bridge] I thought 27 would look different... like tattoos or a rescue dog. Instead I googled “what’s wrong with me” and let YouTube play sad blogs. that slice boys like me in half. asks if I wanna retake it, I say nah, this one’s honest. [Outro] Someone called me by the wrong name. I didn’t even correct them. Felt kind of freeing. Or maybe just easier. I left the DMV with a license and no idea who to be.

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