[Hook]

There is a lesson you must learn, play with fire, you must get burned

The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher

The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher

[Verse 1]

I’m fed up

Exhausted, tryna keep my head up

Slipping away and I can’t even get a leg up

All alone because I took a chance fleeing my circumstance

A thousand miles away it wasn’t worth a damn

Feeling all the same, pain got a dramatic range

Lying to myself when I’m saying I’m glad I came

Now I’m in a place where they greet you with a smile

When I’m so hostile from just adapting as a child

That I see eye contact and I get wild

Constantly on defense like I’m up on trial

I can’t even sit in the V without peeping my rear view, see

These painful images closer than they appear to be

I'm paranoid about whose near to me

Anxieties and mental scars are severe for me

I think...

The source of calamity lies in broken family ties

Nowhere to go, stuck out of drive it’s like my battery died

Missing the strategy guild

It’s tough – haven’t spoken with my mother in years

Beefing with my brother and a couple of peers

Never told them where I went it’s like I up and disappeared

Now my ex hates my guts got her wondering where

She said your son's asking when you're coming home

My own seed crying out for me and I barley know him

I’m feeling guilty because I missed his birth

I wasn’t ready now I’m wishing I could hit reverse

Voice shaking as I spit the verse

Man I gotta kick the curse

Sometimes I wonder would it be simpler if I split from earth?

[Hook]

The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher

The going is touch, it's gonna get tougher

[Verse 2]

Still I wander the earth searching to find my place

Without a working mind in a depersonalized state

Smallest fish in this big pond feeling like live bait

Reeling from my mistakes which are growing like crime rates

Sobriety gone there’s empty bottles in my living room

Anxiety giving me feelings of impending doom

And thoughts of doing things that I would never do

Testing the limits of my every mood

I swear, my mind's like a ghost disconnected from its host

I'm feeling detached and that's what's messing with me most

So I light a smoke to summon the courage and let the coward burn

It's getting serious, about to wig out like I'm Howard Stern

I'm buried under a pile of dirt of stress with no hope left

I'm losing focus

Where do I go next?