[Verse 1: YOSHUA]
There's not much I could say about this
I can’t even speak my peace
Trying to live up my own life, God keep slaying me
If I could get a meal ticket, a couple million dollars I'll be good, hm
If I could just get away and move out my neighborhood
Sick of being sick of the circumstances
Sick of being too scared to take my chances
I'm just prancing, life’s a war, I'm in the middle dancing
I'ma move to Milan, get a view and a mansion
Where the sun never sets, we on top of the hill
I'ma burn my regrets, I ain't forget how to feel
Let me take you back to the summer I remember
I was 'bout to turn seventeen
Love ain't work out, it's a bummer, in September
I done picked me up, now I’m clean
Yeah, the world got a hook in my shoulder, got a grip on my hand
I don’t feel that much closer, words out my mouth
I'm a different man