(instrumental)
(tag)
(dopeboyzmusic)
{verse 1}
I remember waking up, 6:30, gone through something crazy
And now i walk around with this feeling, something heavy
I sit down, and right as i sit, a lady walks in
Telling the teacher that i need to come with her or somethin
I walk with her, and she keeps telling me that some person
Walked into her office, saying i was commiting suicide
And i knew this was gonna happen, but that worsen
As i was taken to therapy, but i swear nothing happened
She said this life of depression is a bad route for you
And she said i was cool and didn’t want to see my blood spew
Cause of a bullеt hole to the head, and i didn’t know
If shе was lying, but like always i pretended like it was true
And i sat in this pile of shame and i didn’t know what to do
Now everyone accepts me for what i've been through
But my real friends thought i was too fu*king cool
For them, but really i just acted like a fu*king fool
{verse 2}
I woke up another day, caught up in my misery
Another day where i wonder if rap puts me in victory
Wondering if my songs will be left in mystery
And now i wear flashy chains that feel too silvery
A kid from my class asked me if i was making a rap
I said yeah, cause you know i have some thinking cap
Class after class i felt this weird feeling like a recap
Of what may happen someday but sh*t i gotta wrap it up
It’s lunch and of course, i try to look like a cool guy
Ate a packet of salt, straight up, and threw up nearby
Sent home for the day, and i didn’t know what to do
My mom came home and i wanted to go with mom to see my dad
Next thing i know, their fighting on the spot, i don’t know why
My heart is pounding, but i can’t just lay there and cry
I did something, and i opened the car door
And goddammit i wished i was dead, bullets on the floor
{verse 3}
Months go by, and i wake up, it’s another day, great
I fulfilled my dream into rapping as time went by
I got a good underrated song called “let the bird fly”
I’m just making sure that hip hop doesn’t fully die
I walk to class that day, teacher says no more essay
I celebrate with my mountain dew, and play a little frosty
Music on the stereo, rapping along to “i’m a metaphor”
At least i'm not living with my dad and stepmother
I might not make a difference yet, but i hope i reach that
I hope people notice that my bars are fat
I hope people feel the emotion that’s right on their doormat
I hope people don’t think i'm some depressed rat
It’s just what i've been through, and that’s the catch
Cause people don’t know that there’s nothing to patch
My head from rapping and scratching and attaching
Myself to the past, which really isn’t worth matching
{ending line}
(lil peep montreality interview)