Oooh, you look like trouble
I am not the one I hate to burst your little bubble
I been making numbers gaining traction on the double
They hate to see you winning but they love to say they love you
They love to say how they remember back when you were nothing
They hate you cause you're doing something
Can it cause you're frontin'
Looking like I'm mad
Maybe mad at the world
If I'm looking like I'm mad, baby that's a good assumption
I got it cause I got it
I never had instruction
Wander high and lay low
The only way I function
I get it when I'm talkin'
I spend it when I wanna
I wonder why the feeling fades away and then it doesn't
I thought I wanted buzzin', but the buzzin' is too much
Its like I got so many options, but I lost my sense of touch
And lost all feeling after feeling what it's like to give a fuck
If I could turn back time I wouldn't, I would rather break the clock
When I feel I'm at my weakest point the point is not to waste it
But to chase it, cause right now my power is to great to stop
You can face the face of death or face the fear that takes your breath
Or let the fear inside you guide you
The stakes are what make you blessed