A dearly beloved? Nah, never really had one
Unless you're including family, Then I guess that I had some
Then again, we had so many problems in between on a daily basis
But at least I tried to solve 'em or stop 'em
Temporarily, But there was no solution
This is so stupid, My mind's filled with so much pollution
You hear that f**ing ba**? You hear that f**ing snare?
You hear that hi-hat? Well you're hearing my past
Used to be a drummer
Used to play guitar
Found nothing to be funner
But that didn't take me far
Used to write books, But I gave that sh** up
Computer got wiped, I lost all my data
Used to be a hacker, A little black hatter
So never really thought that I'd get so much blacker
Never was a rapper until middle school
And never took it serious 'til Two-Oh-One-Two
So compare me to last year and see how much I improved
Switched up my style, Something that you should do too
So stop being followers and be your f**ing selves
Stop tryna live your friends lives and ending up in cells
I don't have punchlines
I just make you realize
That these words that I spit
Are ways you can be defined
My life went downhill ever since I left the Fifield
My train of thought is missing, so back to reminiscing
Used to be a troll
A straight up a**hole
Used to find d**h funny
'Til I started to grow
Now I an*lyze everything and over-think
That must be why I'm in such a f**ed up state
Wanted to be an actor, comedian, or rapper
Found the third option easier to practice
Now I guess I rap about the realest things
Compared to these jacka**es in the rapping game
Haven't had a girl since the seventh grade
Partially intentional, and partially just a damn shame
I didn't feel like dealing with the stress
Of a b**h tryna get their feelings off their chest
I have problems of my own and really don't give a f**
You need something off your chest? Then why not just undress?
I don't want relations, just some fornication
Then get out after that, you're f**ing up my concentration
My train of thought is missing, so back to reminiscing
Used to be a follower until I got my followers up
Used to be an artist until I left the canvas
And picked up Photoshop and started photo-shopping
Making such edits that leave people's jaws dropping
Used to be a vocalist, metalhead and rocker
The list is endless, can go on for so much longer....
But guess what?
My train of thought is missing, so no more reminiscing
(Used to be a drummer) But that didn't take me far
(Used to play guitar) But that didn't take me far
(Used to write books) Ripped that sh** up
('Cus it didn't take me far) Never took me far
(Used to be a hacker) A little black-hatter
(Never was a rapper) 'Cus I'd rather play guitar
Then I started rapping... I think it might take me far
Used to be a follower, and.. Used to be a troll
Then I got my followers up and started to grow
Used to photoshop, Making such edits that leave people's jaws dropping
And I already said it, but I just said it again
'Cus this song's about to end
And I'm not really sure if I'm finished reminiscing
But anyway, there's not much more that I could say
'Cus my train of thought is missing