FrostyOfficial - Timeline lyrics

(instrumental) (tag) (dopeboyzmusic) {verse 1} I remember waking up, 6:30, gone through something crazy And now i walk around with this feeling, something heavy I sit down, and right as i sit, a lady walks in Telling the teacher that i need to come with her or somethin I walk with her, and she keeps telling me that some person Walked into her office, saying i was commiting suicide And i knew this was gonna happen, but that worsen As i was taken to therapy, but i swear nothing happened She said this life of depression is a bad route for you And she said i was cool and didn’t want to see my blood spew Cause of a bullеt hole to the head, and i didn’t know If shе was lying, but like always i pretended like it was true And i sat in this pile of shame and i didn’t know what to do Now everyone accepts me for what i've been through But my real friends thought i was too fu*king cool For them, but really i just acted like a fu*king fool {verse 2} I woke up another day, caught up in my misery Another day where i wonder if rap puts me in victory Wondering if my songs will be left in mystery And now i wear flashy chains that feel too silvery A kid from my class asked me if i was making a rap I said yeah, cause you know i have some thinking cap Class after class i felt this weird feeling like a recap Of what may happen someday but sh*t i gotta wrap it up It’s lunch and of course, i try to look like a cool guy Ate a packet of salt, straight up, and threw up nearby Sent home for the day, and i didn’t know what to do My mom came home and i wanted to go with mom to see my dad Next thing i know, their fighting on the spot, i don’t know why My heart is pounding, but i can’t just lay there and cry I did something, and i opened the car door And goddammit i wished i was dead, bullets on the floor {verse 3} Months go by, and i wake up, it’s another day, great I fulfilled my dream into rapping as time went by I got a good underrated song called “let the bird fly” I’m just making sure that hip hop doesn’t fully die I walk to class that day, teacher says no more essay I celebrate with my mountain dew, and play a little frosty Music on the stereo, rapping along to “i’m a metaphor” At least i'm not living with my dad and stepmother I might not make a difference yet, but i hope i reach that I hope people notice that my bars are fat I hope people feel the emotion that’s right on their doormat I hope people don’t think i'm some depressed rat It’s just what i've been through, and that’s the catch Cause people don’t know that there’s nothing to patch My head from rapping and scratching and attaching Myself to the past, which really isn’t worth matching {ending line} (lil peep montreality interview)