[Verse]
Some of my late night thoughts
Trying to stay in tune so I never take nights off
These wounds got me feeling scarred
Wish they could scrape right off
Tired of saving how I feel, I take this cape right off
Cause I've been dealing with some issues
I can't shake right off like Taylor Swift
My rocket ship won't seem to take right off
Got the world upon my shoulders, I'm balancing with my arms
Got my talent given from God so they won't break right off
Late night toss with the bed after rehearsals
They got me feeling like I got the nicest in my circle, and that I do
We toured the avenues and flew across the world at altitudes
So how could you be humble after 20,000 shout at you?
It's easy when you never had a parent that could vouch for you
Abandoned as a child so now your grandma's looking out for you
She'll never understand just what it's like to be the man
Wish I could jump out of this window and take flight like Peter Pan
Treat her like Captain Hook, I write so she won't need a hand
For every night she cooks and cleans the pan just to feed the fam
I'm 25 sitting on 50,000 in debt
From a degree I never needed and never wanted to get
I've been haunted with threats
Collectors think I'm flaunting a check
But with all due respect, you can eat a dick 'til it's all in your neck
Cause I ain't got it
I hit the bank to make a deposit to see my balance in the negative
Ain't making no profit, I'm blatantly honest
I'm tryna run the rings like I'm Sonic
But really running out of waves to keep me safe from these comments
Use the tour as my vacation to escape from the problems
But when it's over, they return like they've been waiting to blossom
I came from the bottom, where I just put that face to the bottle
And drank until the liter was hollow and no liter to follow
I took a different route, switched it out with builder's success
From feeling like my life was worthless, now I feel like I'm blessed
With a purpose to lift the stress off of my chest and I ain't talking 'bout benching
When I say I rip my set, I'm next to flex like
Second place in bodybuilding competitions
You're probably feeling optimistic but it's obvious you're incompetent
Competition is missing, I'm in a pompous type of position
I made the promise as a musician I would acknowledge how I'm feeling
And put it on display like exhibits of fabergé
If you feel it, then clap away like you dancing at cabarets
I know that there's some folks that would hope that I pa** away
But even if I did, I'd still be a ghost like I'm Patrick Sway
Z's are what they be catching when people sleeping on records
Leaning like they on dope, I'm too lethal to be injected
But back to business, Master Key Principles was a ma**ive scrimage
With nasty lyrics from parables of my ashy living
The attitude of a cla**y Mick Jagger
Sipping a gla** of Absolut, see 'em gasp as I'm pa**ing through
I'm more hazardous than Nazareth, [?]
I just might start a war cause Sony gon' tell a story
Assume I'm not a threat, a**ume that I'm not the best
They'll be zooming in on the bullets and scoop it out of your flesh