I wanna leave, quit, tell me what I'll miss

Bottom of the well to the middle of the pit

Raise your hand, fist, trying to exist

I have never felt anything, it's how it is

I'm dead, bitch, hang out at the crypt

Let it fall apart like a corpse in a ditch, yeah

Hell, sixth, cult be the filth

I bet no one knows how we felt, it's what it is

I can't switch, that's just how I live

I got what they want and I done did what they did

Yeah, they soft, quilt, acting like they real

Fake chains, fake fame, faker than your bitch face

Big bank, tеll me what's the deal

Flippin' еvery steal, making music when I heal

And a big thanks to everyone who's here

Believe in my dreams, til I reach a fucking mil