Released on September 25, 2019

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Life goes fast like a cheetah

Can't wash these spots i've had enough

Of the pressure put on myself

I'd take it slow if that would help

But that would never help my case

My brain is fucking lost in space

A drop of spit off the balcony

One more soldier in a Calvary

I hope my friends can count on me, I don't know if they're out for me

If someone talked shit would they vouch for me

Would they save a spot on the couch for me

More cocky than 80 teens who've been on AGT

So insecure that need ADT

My words will chew you up like I have 80 teeth

So fucked up ADHD

Not even sure what makes me me

Should I take a seat, should I make a plea

You don't even know what this takes from me

Yeah...

I don't know, if I'll ever drive a sports car

Or be alone, taking shots up at the sports bar

Wish I had the honor roll up on my report card, but I had C's, I was average, not an All-Star

When I was 10 I crashed a fucking golf cart, 16 I crashed my fucking real car, later that year I crashed another golf cart, fuck!

Because it feels like I'm digressing, I'm calm about the real shit, it's the dumb shit that I'm stressing

And nothing I say is ever meant to be depressing

But no one will believe me, ain't that fucking interesting

Jeez

Guys, I promise I am healthy

But it's not like I would tell you if I needed you to help me

I'm too fucking stuck on the mindset that I'm on my own

Time that I could use for writing, instead of spending on my phone

All my exes, i like to act like they're all crazy

It's not like i ain't given each a good reason to hate me

Because every single one made the conscious choice to date me

Almost all of them regret it, so it's logical to blame me

It doesn't help that my parents don't believe in me

They say they do, but I think they're just appeasing me

Nothing I make in life does the job of pleasing me

Because it needs to be better, my clever works are fleeing me

Creative mind, I need to be

My friends they've all been pleading me

To put out more songs, but this writer's block's been beating me

It's time to join the lock and key

Drop the chains, let my mind free

Hop up on a fucking beat

And spaz right out, i owe it to me

Cause life goes fast like a cheetah

Can't wash these spots i've had enough

Of the pressure put on myself

I'd take it slow if that would help

But that would never help my case

My brain is fucking lost in space

A drop of spit off the balcony

One more soldier in a Calvary

Damn