{Part 1} They say the good die young so imma live forever Got a whole lotta dreams but im only getting older The days feel long but the years they passed by Yesterday was 15, tomorrow I'll be 25 But today I feel like wastin' time playin games Having fun is now a privilege I contemplate Remember when you didn't know the word "masturbate"? Wish I could tell myself then that the pussy just ain't worth the pain 'cause i would complain That the girls that I wanted Yeah they didn't want me (you'rе a really nice guy though) Damn, getting caught up in thе wrong things Shoulda spent more time writin' melodies Shoulda spent all that cash on myself Instead of spending it on b*tches that would treat me like hell And i know i sound bitter but i'm wishing them well 'cause if we'd never met I wouldn't have these stories to tell, yeah {Part 2} What is the measure of a man? Is it measured by your wealth and all the things that you have? Is it measured by the b*tches that you're fu*king in bed? Is it measured by your cars, is it measured in health? (nah) What is the meaning of a man? Is it working 2 jobs just to get that bread? Is it following your dreams? is it giving your best? Is it picking up yourself every time you collapse? I been thinking bout the things that I wanna understand like What the fu*k i gotta do to make this all right Fundamentally i'm fu*ked up I think I'm trying my best But my best is just not enough I'm picking up the pieces from the failures A new beginning, i've been training like im in a shonen 24/7 like 7/11 I'm cooking beats like its chicken Perfect and garnish and mix em And then I murder and spit on em Like your favorite villain(DOOM!), I'm chillin and scheming I'm making music so hard that it'll give you erections You think I'm bragging and boasting but I'm just speaking my truth This is a God given talent, and the power of youth The ambition of youth, uncouth! Always tryna find things to make better I look at the mirror and i don't recognize the fella Its been a sh*tty year but its finally over They say the good die young so imma live forever {Part 3} How long have I been in this place? I can't seem to recognize my face Singing at home Crying alone Staying up all night Looking at my phone Oh, all this time I've spent in here Makes me wanna just kill myself But she said that it gets better They say the good die young So I think I'll live forever...