I had to think it through this time
Juggling sentences
Running through my mind
Working for a dime
Shit is such a crime
Sharpened pencils on the night stand
Fixing on writing down my lifes plan
Page one, 21 year old
In my parents house
Too anxious to leave the basement wow
Too scared to hit the pavement
I need to now, it's engraved in
I’m shutting down
Scrapes bruises from all the skating round
In Chatham Welfleet to Orleans
And out Rochester Matty P
My people know
Cars still busted
Can't roll down the windows
How will they save me when I drown myself?
Driving off the Bourne Bridge
About 100 miles over the edge I go
I go to see where I can bring this pain to the different levels
I explore with you
It's true every word of it
That you speak right through my face
No remorse
To save your ways
Crashing down the place
All that’s left is half a base
Raised to earn your place
Never to pace
I'm bending all the plays
The rules don't work for me
I'm really over it
Fuck a flaky bitch
I fit the match
I'm it
Speak right through my face
No remorse
Save your ways
Crashing down the place
All that's left is half a base