[Verse]

Been a long road, yeah it's been a long time

Remember I was twelve when I wrote my first rhyme

Living in hell inside of my mind

Outside don't know the feelings I hide

Then I got older start to make songs

Feelings got colder jot in my palms

Teacher don't know the weight of mind

Turn in my folder start of grade nine

Wish I could've done it back in grade six

Outside feel dark, but I'ma make hits

I sold my time was time to take risks

Trade in my flesh to flash out my wrist

Hit up that studio the first time

Didn't know then I'd take about

500 more 'til I put out a song

And Artesia was born

But that just was thе start

One of those studios made a fеw hits

One of them kept me from being homeless

But then I turned a new page of my life and

Was tired of waiting

I wanted to fly

Flying meant lose a homie, nandina

Flying meant lose another, I see ya

Flying meant honestly, I shouldn't be here

Never tried it myself, but hell did that reaper

Broken car

A broken heart

A broken promise didn't make me stop

Broke feels oh so long ago

But just wrote my check to write me off

Spent about twenty-thousand dollars on the tour

Independently, I ain't got it offshore

Bank account been froze like four months in but

I know y'all got the boy

[Chorus]

Don't wanna follow

I can feel tomorrow

Closing that door again

Can feel the sorrow

Lost inside tomorrow

Where does the start begin?

But I'm on the upside f the wrong time

Outside is on fire

Don't wanna follow

I can feel tomorrow