[Verse One:] There's something missing, and I feel vanished Like I was kicked out of society for breathing, and I'm still banished Many dreams of a Latin queen. I fell for her saddest scheme In hopes she would believe in me. In Spanish Been definitely hard going, but my guard's knowing That if it falls, it won't heal and more scars are showing I need a doctor, or a pastor, anyone with healing powers ‘Cause dealing with all these problems is the worst feeling Nah. Maybe I don't need a thing Maybe I should consider just reapplying my wings If I'm destined to fly then I should dream of the enchanted Instead of being a downer and taking this sh** for granted Yea, that's a much better perspective Dreaming high instead of low, well directed It makes much more sense to be affective Then to suffer with the hurt and the affected Simple thought for the memory now try to retain I sell my heart and get upset with the capital gain That's a zero. Nothing in return Pointless. Throwing punches at nothing meeting adjourned Here's my all. If you can handle, I'm giving it out Treading pathways and back ways, where is the route? I'm doing this for Sydney Even those that don't f** with me won't have the chance to forget me [Verse Two:] Those who know me know that daily I dream of the bay Warm weather. California can take me away So seeing Drake in The Motto was like a living vision I was used to slacking off. I called a rescission Cancellation. Now I'm claiming that it's possible These haters are no longer an obstacle Blocking all the blockers and sending them to a land of other ignorance You put ‘em all together and they still don't make a difference (Sad) I never heard the shot you claimed to take Oh, wait. I heard it. It was labeled your biggest mistake You better keep up with your fan base, you're losing them They listen to my tracks now, I ain't accusing them of being bogus You're just tired, broke, and outta focus They're just searching for soul, and your lyrics are soulless You're lyrically hopeless. That's problematic I'm a featured presentation call me cinematic I'm an addict. I'm addicted to the music life Some say it's a pain, yeah, if you don't do it right Me and my journal make a team, form a faction with a pen Now I'm choosing to evolve; call it Evolution Too hard to deal with, I'm better than basic Like I'm more complicated than a loaded lace fix This is a story of dreams mixed in reality 150% individuality