Verse 1:
-I like it when you call me names
-Failure, lame, fake, it's all the same
-Rejected all too often, thoughts are constant on my brain
-So it's been some timing since I crashed inside a ball of flames
-Home is where I call the page. Wait, I got it backwards, invert it
-I'm a Catholic converted Atheist, rap is my sermon
-I believe in me and me only, that's the path and I'm certain
-Self preservation is the only thing I'm actually yearning
-Please don't be mad at me. Please don't be mad at me
-I've killed myself like 90 times inside the lines without even a casualty
-Tackle these depressing thoughts to become who I have to be
-Gathering each shattered piece to flip that to a masterpiece
-Veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up
HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid
Verse 2:
-I like it when you treat me rough
-When you beat me up, my game's to feign defeated clutch
-Lately I've been feeling stuck, I need to break or need a blunt
-I mean it's safe to say I truly feel I ain't achieving much
-Turn the speakers up, let that instrumental run it's course
-Let it pour over your soul because that's what it's for
-Just open up your heart and let it strum the chords
-There ain't no sense in letting fans down with something forced
-It's either go out with my peers to watch em shatter they life
-Or stay inside to write music on a Saturday night
-I chose the latter cause it matters how I manage my vice
-And I get sick of seeing the same old Cabaret plight
-I got, veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up
HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid
Verse 3:
-I like it when we never talk
-I think it helps us to evolve and become better off
-As individuals we suffer, but that's a separate loss
-It's up to us to determine if we'll accept the cost
-Getting lost, flipping through my picture albums
-Feeling crossed, steady getting sick just glimpsing at them
-I know there's bigger things in life disguised in different patterns
-But it gets harder to not falter to these fickle matters
-It's obvious my heads the biggest enemy I've seen
-That's pretty evident to me, that's the depth of my beliefs
-I've seen rappers under stress start feeling pressured then they freeze
-And develop into people that they never wished to be
-I got, veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up
HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid. Preach