{Part 1}
They say the good die young so imma live forever
Got a whole lotta dreams but im only getting older
The days feel long but the years they passed by
Yesterday was 15, tomorrow I'll be 25
But today I feel like wastin' time playin games
Having fun is now a privilege I contemplate
Remember when you didn't know the word "masturbate"?
Wish I could tell myself then that the pussy just ain't worth the pain
'cause i would complain
That the girls that I wanted
Yeah they didn't want me (you'rе a really nice guy though)
Damn, getting caught up in thе wrong things
Shoulda spent more time writin' melodies
Shoulda spent all that cash on myself
Instead of spending it on b*tches that would treat me like hell
And i know i sound bitter but i'm wishing them well
'cause if we'd never met I wouldn't have these stories to tell, yeah
{Part 2}
What is the measure of a man?
Is it measured by your wealth and all the things that you have?
Is it measured by the b*tches that you're fu*king in bed?
Is it measured by your cars, is it measured in health? (nah)
What is the meaning of a man?
Is it working 2 jobs just to get that bread?
Is it following your dreams? is it giving your best?
Is it picking up yourself every time you collapse?
I been thinking bout the things that I wanna understand like
What the fu*k i gotta do to make this all right
Fundamentally i'm fu*ked up
I think I'm trying my best
But my best is just not enough
I'm picking up the pieces from the failures
A new beginning, i've been training like im in a shonen
24/7 like 7/11
I'm cooking beats like its chicken
Perfect and garnish and mix em
And then I murder and spit on em
Like your favorite villain(DOOM!), I'm chillin and scheming
I'm making music so hard that it'll give you erections
You think I'm bragging and boasting but I'm just speaking my truth
This is a God given talent, and the power of youth
The ambition of youth, uncouth!
Always tryna find things to make better
I look at the mirror and i don't recognize the fella
Its been a sh*tty year but its finally over
They say the good die young so imma live forever
{Part 3}
How long have I been in this place?
I can't seem to recognize my face
Singing at home
Crying alone
Staying up all night
Looking at my phone
Oh, all this time I've spent in here
Makes me wanna just kill myself
But she said that it gets better
They say the good die young
So I think I'll live forever...