Verse 1
And I just noticed that clock ticking, sh** could've been a lot different
If I stopped popping and I stopped sniffing then I probably could've gotten up
They tell me I can't see that, I need to check into rehab
b**h, I've been there, now I'm back here, so that bullsh** stays in last year
Am I scared to OD? Man, I've done that so many times
Everyone in the ER knows me, yeah those are my homies
And I'm pretty sure I'm insecure, my heads so numb I can't even tell
When my life's falling down around me, how I can I think about songs I need to sell?
I'm troubled, what do you mean brother? I'm a man, I'm over 18 aren't I?
................................................. brother
I'm just like everybody else, don't act like I'm the monster
Baby I'm not the reason you cry alone every night, am I?
And she said maybe, but don't call me baby
You're not the guy I fell in love with, he's been gone for months and I don't know you now
So now I don't sleep for nothing, walk the streets at night alone
How can I see the light when I don't got a ray of hope?
Verse 2
Time is always ticking, tricking us into thinking
It ain't trickling away but that ship is always sinking
And it's difficult to say, but we're all in the same boat
They just keep on adding weight while we're trying stay afloat
It's survival of the fittest in business musical chairs
What we don't know about the top is it isn't beautiful there
'Cause all you see is the bottom, and you're the cause of the problem
So you just wanna leave, and start falling like Autumn
Today you had your morals, tomorrow you forgot 'em
Every day is not a gift when you're the person who bought 'em
7am, no sleep at all, falling into this deep withdrawal
Turn off my phone when people call, where do you go when you reach a wall?
I try to fly but I seem to stall, kicked while I'm down but I bleed and crawl
My tempers so short 'cause the greed so tell, not a fighter but I don't wanna flee from the brawl
Looking at the stars in the sky above, wondering why we don't try to love
'Cause life is governed by this thing called money. Wanna box with life? You better buy some gloves