[Verse 1: Cantrell]
Look
See, I don't like cheaters and I don't like liars
But almost cheated on my girlfriend and lied to her 'bout it
Least I'm honest in my music
I heard that's the only time I'm truly being truthful
Or standing for something that's really useful
I'm back drawing lines like Evisu
Walls going up, no way my pride is see-through
Really I'm the truth, hope fans buy it for proof
Tryna prove to myself I'm nothin' like those dudes
Ones that never that make it, ones that rather fake it
You rather be rich and famous or broke and authenticated?
Jumping off Eiffel Tower or buried under the basement?
Everybody's a critic, nothing to 'em is sacred
I been deadin' idols and started calling 'em favorites
But I ain't see the idol I made of being the greatest
Battle not bein' the nicest, battle all of my vices
Battle demons and angels, I started losin' my patience

[Chorus: Cymia]
Tryna write the best story
Don't know where it's going
And it's lonely
Blood on my hands and its glory
Doin' it for them or me?
Fire in your fist, you throwin' all that shit on me
Prayin' that it rain holy
It ain't for nothin', I know

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Most of the friends I grew up with, they bought houses
I moved back to my mama's
They having families and shit and putting somethin' back for college, but
I'm tryna fuck up some commas
Tryna get the new Yeezys and I don't smoke all my problems
But I been hittin' these bitches, she get lipstick on my collar
I've been pinching these pennies, let your boy get a dollar
If I can lock in this deal, I'll give you all you can borrow
Wasn't raised no Huxtable, I'm my mama's son
And we ain't talk for like two months
She don't really hear me, sometimes I feel invisible
Childhood traumas? It's crazy how much a little do
I'm afraid to feel, you afraid to feel
"Nothing is good, nothing is real"
We dying on them hills
The only way to heal is to put down the phones and filters
And look into the mirror for real
[Chorus: Cymia & Dear Callie]
Tryna write the best story
Don't know where it's going
And it's lonely
Blood on my hands and its glory
Doin' it for them or me?
Fire in your fist, you throwin' all that shit on me
Prayin' that it rain holy
It ain't for nothin', I know

[Verse 3: Cantrell]
Try to find time, it eludes me
Tryna find the time to spit loogies off of the kufi
Tryna find the time to spend with LP
With JT, with Don, with Sean Scott and Doobie
Time the only thing I can spend and can't get back
Time the only thing I can give, how you spend that?
You needed help with rent, and all I got's a prayer and a vent
Stomachin' this pain got me a six-pack
Let you tell it, we ain't allowed to have feelings
Let you tell it, the truth ain't loud as y'all opinions
Stones from a glass house
Everybody rich and got a stash house
Nobody LLC is in the red now
Every woman servin' looks
With a blue check, link in her bio to get her booked
Everybody is perfect, nobody is stressed
Nobody's depressed, all of us full of shit
Everything is funny, everybody is fine
Sick of these n***as, God, please bring the fire next time