Verse 1 (kit.):

Yeah, I've never felt so isolated

Feat trace circles round my room feeling nauseated

Staring blankly into static made me stay sedated

Fuck, I hate the fact that I forced myself in this situation

Feeling like an outcast in my own location

At least I got my fucking music, shit's my own safe-haven

Wish I could take back all the time I fucking wasted

This shit's on my own doing, it's about time I face it

Hard conquered, through my face will hit

Two steps forward, but I always fucking trip and shit

I became depression's bitch and shit

Losing to my own self-hatred

Wish I could dip and shit

Staring blankly, into the scеnery

Polluted by you whining bout your own stupid fucking fallacies

You ungratеful motherfucker, better sip your "La-Quick"

A few days in the slump?

Bitch, I'm living in it!

Verse 2 (OkayKirk):

Yeah, I knew the money wouldn't fix the pain

But I least expected it to help me separate the days from blurring together

My god, it takes me forever to fall asleep at night

So let me tossing blame at the feathers

And I'm a go-getter

But I'm still under the weather

My passion is constant, but I know I'm not that clever

So my app was mediocre?

Hype it up so it looks better

This album's still a floater so I need to undergo a metamorphosis

Hoping that you don't get bored of this

I know I'm always writing bars and metaphoric bliss

I try to blend the fun stuff with the moral shit

That's why I use a bouncy beat while I'm recording this

Don't think about the quality while you be scoring this

Just listen to my voice and understand that I'm historic

Royalty, but I'm nordic

20, and I'm going for it

Pushing against opposing forces

Can't lose, that concept is foreign