[Chorus]
I wonder what'll happen when the well runs dry
Can ya tell me that's dry
I wonder where we go when we cease to exist
Can you tell me that?
Never let an angel on my shoulder
Feelin' like it's all over like ooo ahhh
Questions I been lookin' for the answers
I don't know which way to go it's like ooo ahhh

[Verse 1]
Just pace yourself and be patient, don't try that hard to fit in
See you a king in your own right, a God amongst men
It's us against them, the timid and the weak they don't win
I break this shit down and explain it, I just hope you ain't deaf
The hopeless can rest, let's change the way you viewin' success
No fame in excess but we press on, learning from every lesson
Too consistent to give up, life can end in an instant
But I fight the good fight, goin' 12 rounds Sonny Liston
For the negative resistance, we kill 'em with kindness, yes
Devils stay away from me, just please get behind us, yes
You should keep your head up, stay focused with blinders
Odd that it seems if you persevere then your purpose is pure and clear
But it works if you're worthy of it
Just search and you'll surely find it
I know you can feel the pressure, you 'bout to combust
Trust that there's more to this than meets the eye
Selassie is the chapel via the death of pride
The soul revived, the truth it lies deep inside (deep inside)
[Chorus]
I wonder what'll happen when the well runs dry
Can ya tell me that's dry
I wonder where we go when we cease to exist
Can you tell me that
Never let an angel on my shoulder
Feelin' like it's all over like ooo ahhh
Questions I been lookin' for the answers
I don't know which way to go it's like ooo ahhh

[Verse 2]
(Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)
You need to give up, just quit this shit bruh
You fuckin' sickenin'
Nothin's happened yet and never will be real
You delusional holdin' onto this
Don't nobody play your shit
In fact they fuckin' hate your shit
Your sound is foul and flagrant
Fade that shit to black and back the fuck up
You trash, n***a washed, your shit is ass n***a
Fuck you even make it for, go back to the drawing board
You drawin' boy, I ain't tryna hear that shit at all n***a
You ain't even nice you dead wrong n***a
All that fuckin' shit that sound off n***a
Every fuckin' song you sound lost n***a
Fuck is that, fuck outta here, trash n***a