[Verse 1: BTK]

Everyday I wake up, same situation

Still livin' with my people

I swear I need a vacation

Sometimes I love sleep more than

Being awake and facin'

The thoughts that I'm just wasting my time

And I'll never make it, put this bottle down

Relax, just pace myself

If I don't ever become a legend, then I'll waste myself

Put so much time into makin' music, producing

And tryna blow up, I should get a break

From all this pain I've felt

My father don't even know I make music

It's crazy, he missed so many years

From back when I was a baby

And now I'm almost 20

Just tryna get a twenty

So I can buy a case and drink

Till I find out what's made me

So close but so far, with makin' it happen

I should quit, go get a job

And stop with this rappin'

Don't mean to hurt anybody

But fuck you all who ain't help me out

With tryna sell a copy, now this label with doubt

I'm not used to the city lights

So goin' to Daytona is fuckin' hype

I've hated my fuckin' life

With how I never really got to go out

But man I swear, if I'ma sign a deal

I'll glow up and show out, just know now

Man I'm on the edge of this

I've sacrificed everything but my soul

So tell me what else is left with this

I'm ready to go, just leave, trust me

Man this place is not for an artist

From the day I started this music

I knew I was a target

Barely go to any parties

Man I hate this place

I'd rather hibernate and write

Before I show my face

This is ridiculous, pickin' through these sentences

Just to flip the shit, all these rappers local

Boy that ain't my taste

I wonder how people would feel if they knew

I wouldn't make it, would they show sympathy?

Fuck that, just laugh in my face

I know they want to anyways

They want me to stop, but nah

I won't fuckin' stop until I cut through this top

This shit is crazy my location is just not for creating

A musician, I'm sick of this shit

I just feel like I'm slippin'

Don't wanna get caught up with the negative

Wish I would've never said the shit

That I got me a distribution deal

I just feel like I'm just wastin' your time

As well as makin' it mine

I'm sick of bein' kind to people

Who won't show em what's mine

They say they love what I'm doin'

They say that I've been improvin'

Where are you when I need help

With promotin' this music

This shit is stupid, I climb all the way up

Just for a peak, which causes me to fall back

Into panics and cold feet

God dammit, these old beats, just can't

Get sold cheap, this fan just told me

"Man fuck em, just throw heat"

I'm stuck, my soul bleeds

I'm fucked, with no cheese

It must be bad luck

Cause fuck, I can't sleep, oh well

Let's load up beats

And continue to dream

At least when I'm asleep, I never have to worry and think

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