Verse 1:
I'm one of the weirdest artist that you would ever see
Am I doing right ? Did I reach my peak
I never threw away writtens that really touch my soul and the stuff I remember should I let them go
It's every inde artist dream to get those papers sign
Living large riding in cars that's custom design
But isn't making music suppose to help sooth your soul and not worrying bout how much records that you could've sold?
I think of getting clothes
I think of living better
I think of doing great things and getting women whenever
Everything is fun and games until its personal
My story far from finish but the end is getting closer tho

*Hook*(Jose)
They never use to show me love
Now they can't barely get enough
It's time to straighten up and go
Just to show them what Im made of
(Heirik)
(Yea making history x4) (Now we making history)

Verse 2:
Open my eyes like book
The people and the objects tells a story as I look
Looking back at what I use to say
What i want to be
Do I got enough skills to reach that art degree
But now it's time to wake up stop rapping about my break up and get back to what I do best and block stress and lift my head up
But am I doing right? Did I reach my peak?
Still the same ole guy you use to know Im just making history
*Hook*