Rappers fallin off they ain't been lit yet
Kids feel like dyin, they ain't even lived yet

I cannot keep pretending
We can never be friends
Even if they sending signals, ain't received on me end
God help me kill these heathens
6 AM, never slept, dealin with my demons

The world has never been stranger
Now the climate is changin
And your parents is aging
And this self made prison from which you're never escaping