VERSE 1:

Think on my life, looking at time, waiting in line just to hear it

The end of the line, time to resign, how about death, Should i fear it

Looking for purpose, I find it hard, I’m looking sad cuz I need it

I need the help, solutions they melt, keeping me down and I’m drowning

All of this shit I need counseling

Something is up, its a mountain

Im trying to climb, look at me now, look at me now this is blinding

No I don’t think I can make it, I do not think I can shake it, take it

My mind is racing, aching, And i have been pondering hanging

Not from a rope, im not trynna choke, but this is my life, I feel vacant

Rap is the only things that helps, I put the blame on myself

There ain’t nobody else

I am doing it for health

I ain’t focused on the wеalth

This isn’t me, yet I see myself

VERSE 2 (Lil Peem)

Wish I could takе it all back

Before all the vodka and beers and the Jack

Before leather jackets and wearing all black

Before all these bitches looked at me like that

Before I was rapping and dropping my tracks

Before I had scratches all over my Stans

Back when I bust it at the high school dance

Was a punk ass kid, ain’t had no plans

Saw my chance to get out of that town

So I took it and ran with it, can’t hold me down

Since then I’ve running around

I could never ever keep my toes on the ground

People saying I forgot where I came from

But I will never forget what I made from

Got my bros, but we ain’t got the same blood

Cold world so you finna get ate up

Cold world, so we all gotta stay tough

No going slow, bitch I’m picking the pace up

Making my way to the top, fuck a dayjob

Finna put commas all over my paystub (ay)

Shoes always laced up (ay, yeah)

I gotta take off (ay, yeah)

Chasing that paper (ay, yeah)

Fuck all the haters

City lights, mesmerized

Hella bitches, insta likes

Grew up like a Mennonite

Liquor turned to Kryptonite

I can never get too high

Feline, I have many lives

Smirnoff Ice, every night

Taking shots like Columbine (whoah)

VERSE 3: (Lil Peem)

Passed out on the pavement

Sad songs on my playlist

Empty bottles, not hazing

Heart still full of hatred

Drift around like a vagrant

Glazed eyes, so vacant

I don’t know if i can make it

But on stage I feel amazing

Still teenage wasteland

Got me feeling like Mad Max

Prozac, no Xanax

Might blow my brain like it’s Baghdad

Playing games with the hangman

Playing games with the hangman

Playing games with the hangman (ay, whoah)

VERSE 4:

This isn’t me, telling me I couldn’t be with they clique

Filled with the sounds of defeat, man I’m not taking the heat

Get the fuck off me I mean it cuz this shits like murder to me

I’m Looking at you I see all the hate that’s on me, aiming at me with yo rifle of words, ima sit back and stay in my seat

I’ve had to deal with all of my life now I’m taking it back and I feel like I’m passing my peak

Man I’ll be there in yo seat, I’ll be the king at the top while your out there just beg in the streets, begging to me, begging forgiveness, I’ll laugh at you while you are there at my feet, this is the sign of defeat, maybe Youll breathe it and weep. Steep!