[Verse 1]

I woke up one morning and simply said fuck it

My image doesn't matter no more

You can all suck it

I'm tryna be controversial so you can all shove it

Talk about my music and spread it

It's like you're all in love with

"Tryston made a song about-" no fuck it

Not even gonna mention his name

Or you'll all start shit

I'm playing pretty passive lately

I ain't finna argue

Finna pass it maybe that's the way to pushin daisies

And go crazy just go crazy

Yeah just maybe

I am lazy oh so lazy

The weather here is rainy

I'm fucking sick of these ladies

My girlfriend thinks that I'm crazy

My hands are shaky

My mind is just breaking

Like thanks Katie

[Verse 2]

This dream I'm chasing

These rhymes erasing

Everything a struggle cause you all are faking

My fucking back is aching

From all this work I've done like what's the saying?

That it pays off?

You just playing

I'm just pissed off

No more hating

I'm just ageing on this rap shit

Like its the only way of saving me from Satan

Or this dating with these ladies

Just like Katie

But the thing is I'm just failing

I'm so lazy

Keep on praying

Keep on racing in this line of work

Like I'm invading, hesitating on the daily

But for now there's no mistaking

Asking Clayton where he's waiting

Cause I needed something sacred

Heads up *reversed*

[Verse 3]

If you disagree with me that's cool

Yeah I ain't mad we got our differences I rap

And what do you do? You do bad, so just get faded

I'll stay hated

With these fake friends I'll replay it

And a girlfriend that I play with

On the daily yeah I hate that

It's ok I ain't complaining

It's just to say that pretty lately

I've been acting out like crazy

On a plane is where I wanna be

Going round the world

But instead I'm in this basement

Every day right after school

So I guess that's why I hate shit

Spit regrettable things

I don't fake it

Shit this headache and migraine can't shake it

Getting told to censor music

Makes me wanna blow and use it

Abuse it and lose it

Shit, I went over it on that one

Yeah I got one more thing I got left to say

[Verse 4]

Don't need a therapist to tell me

I'm depressed and suicidal

Nah I think it's kinda obvi

When I sit in silence in denial

Where do I go

Fuck if I know

Gotta practise

Fuck recital

Down a spiral

In a haze of crazy things

It's straight survival

Read the bible

Think I'd call it Trystons bio

I'm Messiah 'bout to face my fucking rival

That's what I know

I am pissed off

Turn the dial to eleven

Check the title this is final

Grab the rifle tall as Eiffel

I am prideful