Lost my mind a year ago, I haven't been the same
Death and sorrow found its way in
Happy thoughts have been replaced with, 40 ounces of some brews, Lucy I'll take three of those, trying to lose myself again, found myself inside a can, chugged until there was no end
Now I'm lost again, Psycho with the attitude, flying with no altitude, breaking all this tree up with my hands, like the Flintstones, smoking on hakuna matata, now I got no worries, call me simba, feeling like a lion, I ain't lying, I've been stalking all these beats as if they were my prey, pretty lady hit me, Ooh it's time to slay, lay it down once, then I'm gone, an-delay, I don't even save the number, there was nothing much to say

Story after story, you would swear this was a novel, here's the ending kept on sinning never made it out the city, now I'm leaving in like two weeks, hope to never see this place again

Story after story, you would swear this was a novel, here's the ending kept on sinning never made it out the city, now I'm leaving in like two weeks, hope to never see this place again