Lost.

Young & depressed
Making music to my best
Too much shit up on my chest
Boy I need a fucking rest
Life is a test, so I just guess


Fucked up in school
I do not see no use
But it's fine cause I don't wanna end up like you
I'ma do what I do, I'ma be what I be
Do what I want so I feel as I'm free


Bouta year from now I'ma be on my own
Half the people I call friends gonna be gone
Still write shit on the same damn phone
Still just be another stack of bones