Verse 1

So many things I need to tell you before my time comes
Wish that I could give you happiness if I could find some
Everybody that I love I keep my distance
My past is the thing that I’ve been running in my mind from

I won’t ever win a grammy, or make the radio
I’m realizing who I am is somebody I barely know
Rock bottom got me stuck, I’m talking scary low
My mom probably looking at her son asking where’d he go

He’s doing drugs by himself inside his bedroom
The bottom of this bottle bout to push him off the edge soon
Got a text from his homie said to keep it pushing
2 weeks later his friend’s buried with a fresh tomb

Why the good die young? well never understand
Fuck this rap shit I’m stressing thinking of another plan
Put my whole entire life into this music
But my sanity I’m losing hoping that it's living up to fans

Tough demands, it's kinda hard to stay consistent
When you working 9 to 7, seven days to make a pension
Overtime, home late, and plus you drained from all your senses
Try escaping from the world but it's been breaking all defenses