[Intro: Carl Lee]
You know, you got this-
Fantasy in your head about-
Gettin' out of the life, and-
Settin' the core of the world on it's ear
The fuck you gonna do, except hustle?

[Chorus: Quadeca]
I've been livin' life all on my own
All on my own, people keep callin' my phone
Wantin' to know when I'll be the star of the show
But I'm all my own, I'm all on my own
And I don't want to talk about it, stop to doubt it
'Cause the world is awfully crowded
But the ghost of me is hauntin' the throne
So I'll make it there all on my own (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
My intermission is mixin' with intermissions
And followin' intuition conflictin' with my decisions
And it is more than just business, 'cause this is for self-approval
And it is to make it look like I'm livin' for somethin' useful
And it's sad, but you know it's true for most of you
Appearances distractin' from the goals that you should go pursue, to grow and move
Into a new type of thing that you can gain from
To push away the past and the places that you came from
Day one for me was like six months ago
Look at where we been, but imagine where one can go
Its not fun to know that we just livin' to die
We now know how much money you can give for a lie
Give for a look, but how much can you give for an eye?
What's the point of feelin' shit if you just livin' to cry?
So, get your ass up, 'cause it's time to make it happen
Always been shitty at rappin', but I practice for the passion, man
[Chorus: Quadeca]
I've been livin' life all on my own
All on my own, people keep callin' my phone
Wantin' to know when I'll be the star of the show
But I'm all my own, I'm all on my own
And I don't want to talk about it, stop to doubt it
'Cause the world is awfully crowded
But the ghost of me is hauntin' the throne (Yeah)
So I'll make it there all on my own (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
I know like four people who truly respect the grind
And it's usually left to climb in a newly perfected rhyme
And if time is money then free time ain't really free
And sometimes I get pissed 'cause my own lyrics ain't really me
They stemmin' from a branch of a wishlist on my Christmas tree
I want to be what's tauntin' me, but sorry, I'm a mini-me
In the face of my full potential, that is the biggest me
Bigger than you, bigger than anybody in history
The challenge is a challenge, the fact that you got to maximize
To satisfy your lavish life and have a crazy magic time
And luckily, I'm so damn young, 'cause, man, I have the time
To learn from my mistakes and grow into a mastermind
I'm tryna master my craft, and the problem is that I've got
Several different things to potentially make my job
I want to make the MLS, and also have a milli' subs
And also get a mili' plays, and maybe make a milli' bucks
A million- shit, all we ever want is more, really
And once I get three million, I want four milli'
It's so silly, it's so tricky, this whole cycle
We can never be happy, but that is so vital
[Outro]
And now, everybody's wantin' to know
How I can grow if I am all on my own
But I got so much time for the throne
And I'll make it there all on my own