Holes in My Sweatshirt by Yung Meatball Lyrics

[Verse: Yung Meatball & Hater]
(Hey that's a pretty good meatball!)
There's still holes in my sweatshirt, it's still hot outside
Even though it's negative fifty, that's just how I vibe
They say I look homeless, a mess, a slob
That's just the way I act
Why you actin' like a bitch with a bob, you know?
I never understood why my clothes are a
Measurement of who I am
I could be the richest man alive
There'll still be holes in my sweatshirt
They're just proving my work, my attitude, and my drive
They only listen to me when I'm driven to insanity
They still thinkin' I'm crazy
How 'bout you put your ass in therapy?
That's just not how I roll
You stay doin' you and I'll be doin' me
I ain't complainin', but there's still holes in my sweatshirt
I will complain about people who's just like
So let me ask you a question, what do you think of when
The planets are aligned...
First of all, shut the fuck up, you think too much
They're not important at any amount of time
Sorry, I got a little sidetracked
I hate it if people tell me I need a new sweatshirt (I don't)
Some patches?
Fuck off