So unimpressed with the work that I put in
Like my sh** turned soft, from rock to pudding
What I put in multiply rapidly, so I should be happy right?
Well that ain't right cause I'm up all night tryna write
What comes to mind vacates quick, can't capture it
Like a split second photo at the finish line, used to think I was in my prime
Realized I'm in line to my funeral
All success is measured numeral so I've gotta be numero uno - just to use this flow
The clue is left in each note, peep the third line six words in…
The key to happiness is love in itself, but thats hard when you're not loving yourself
Trapped in the corner puffing in stealth - wondering if anyone else… Struggles as well
The day the Reaper comes, is the day I'm at one with my doubts
Alone with my thoughts, Im just tryna find my way out
While I navigate these words carefully, making sure those who care for me
Aren't scared to see whats been tearing me
Used to attend therapy, now this music is my way of self medicating
No hesitating, when it comes to what I write - if its real I say it
If its real I say it… If its real I say it… If its real I say it