[Introduction: Sam Turpin]

Man, I kinda feel that...like...
Whenever we talk it's like...
We only speak about the things that depress us...
(They don't make good memories)
If things are gonna be depressing, anyway...
Why not speak about whatever it is that...
Makes you happy? (Happy)

[Verse 1: Sam Turpin]

As the night turns to day
I'm sitting here awake -
Reading all this uni stuff just so that I get paid
But it seems a little selfish; put my passion on a hold
Cause writing rhymes and making beats
'the only reasons I've a home, you see -
Things fell apart, not socially but in my heart
Cause my mum had to depart
She's now at peace so I do art!
I guess it helps me stay sane
Helps me get through all the pain
Helps me get up off my bed so I can go and have a day
And maybe see the sunset but the new one like before
When I came up out my shell they said I'm no longer a bore
Ain't it sore to have a change? To look back and have regret?
I wanna be up in Phuket, flown there on the private jet!
But instead I'm having these battles
Of the mental and the emotional
Drive to make beats or nightmarish memoirs of the social;
When I was about 16, hung up with the wrong crowd
Fucking up, my mum was sick, high horse - it pulled me down
When I faced the harsh truth of mortality of man
Of the limits, finite living of the biologics, fam!
Yo, I really can't be scared of another human I'm used to
Being on the edge, I'm already in the future!