[Hook]
9PM In Toronto
My life is a roller coaster
So many ups and downs
It's like poker
I got a label but I'm not the owner
I can feel how these demons come closer
I'm not drunk, I'm sober
9PM In Toronto

[Verse]
I like bands more than xans
I'm straight out the bando, feelin' like rambo
I play with the key like a piano
I'm sippin' on lean like I'm straight from orlando
Demons cooking, I'm off the xans
Sometimes I really feel depressed and sad
I'm in love but I know I never get a chance
My dad's a faggot, I don't know why he mad
I have dreams I wanna make them come true so bad
I want a black on black camaro, that shit go so fast
All I want is a clear mind and a clear head
I want a real woman but I'm not even a real man
Nobody ever said that my music is great
They all said I'm fake
Somebody save me, I'm not feeling safe
People hate me because they know my real face
I remember the time y'all took my music for a joke
Now I'm getting rich and y'all getting broke