[Verse 1: Nick Grace]
Mil town royal ima jack until the after life
Truth is I'm the same as every other sh**ty rapper
I'm laying trash vocals over 808s just play another banger
Coming in too hot for the hangar
Gained a reputation as the one who never gave up
Truthfully I k**ed off every part of me that gave f**
Chasing after anything that's close to a spot light
Loneliness is all I got and Ima drop right
Out of this college sh** give a f** about a scholarship
Stare into this screen until my f**in eyes out
I doubt you'll ever find another quite like me
Same way I doubt that these f** boys will fight me
Same way I don't see anyone that's on my level
Had to wade through hell just to speak to the devil
Didn't sell my soul though cuz he ain't wanna give enough
I could care less about the cars clothes and living up
All I really want is some god damn acceptance
Not to mention radio to spin my f**in' record
A little love too if she ever comes to find me
But I'm locked in the lab so that's highly unlikely
Say what you want about me, most of it is probably true
Just understand I am too belligerent to follow you
I'll pave my own way even while I'm loosing it
Even if I don't know the direction I am moving in
Staring off the roof through the bottom of a bottle
Everybody tells me my behavior is a problem
I'm just tryna make life a tiny bit better
But I'm actually the opposite of having sh** together
Momma was a Christian, god never answered me
Switched my tactics up from praying nightly to apathy
Guess that's why I don't sleep lately
Up for four days or a whole week maybe
My mind ain't ready for another f**ing nightmare
Cuz when my eyes shut them demons don't fight fair
So here's to insomniacs, self diagnosed hypochondriacs
And all the other psychopaths I roll with
Hopeless mother f**er mind in a dismal state
Bout to go ignant let the mother f**in' pistol spray
They took my food stamps ain't sh** on my dinner plate
Getting so damn high that my whole soul sits in space
[Verse 2: Dahm]
Look I've run myself ragged
I'm the one they call b**h hoe and f*ggot
Before we get the pity party started f** your sympathy
I'm simply seething sick of being pa**ive
Sick of acting like I care
I feed off drama but god its hard to prepare
For these strangers aiming for favors confessing failure and anger
Like I'll be their f**ing savior no air for me here's a secret for you
I'm no messiah no higher power no lion or lamb a friar or friend of any dependable quality
Put the Hype in hypocrisy, bout as nice as lobotomies
Ought to be thought of as one indifferent to all your gossiping
I ain't taking care of my sh**
I can barely roll out of bed in the AM to piss
And then I grab my f**ing phone and scroll through all my other messages
I'm desperate for any attention that I can get
I wanna go home, but I don't know where it is
I'm tryna gain hope, but I need to rest for a bit
I kinda want a clone so I can strangle him
Stopped stagnant, kinda damaged
People dangling dreams and jangling keys
I panic at these I need to rule the damn planet
Can't plan it- God is a thankless job
And lately I ain't prone to think a lot
This ain't a block its a campus I'm staying on
I entertained the thought of slanging pot
And I ain't here to paint a pretty picture
Pay the piper for popping people I couldn't live it
I'll admit it I'm the opposite Waka Flocka
The anti-Machiavelli, the friggin' brother of pigeons
Its a long way home I could tell you that
Its a long way ahead true
Im trying not to let it set me back
The fact its in my head too