[Verse 1] Slowly surviving off my momma's Koolaid cup Wanna do it right and never f** up I try so hard, sometimes I s** I always try to blame it on my bad luck But I can't do that, energy is bad Energy is wrong, don't wanna feel sad I don't try to be depressing Beats always got me confessing Crossing the line and watching the time Waiting for my mission to be completed I'm depleted of feelings in my head What am I achieving? In all the time I spend thinking I've forgotten things like eating I'm a mess, big ball of stress My room's motto has lost its meaning, yeah I'm glad all my homies got my back Without the Beauty Crew, i'd be off track Never forget the things that we did But to me, Colt's race is winning I could never do half the things that I do If i didn't think these words were gonna make it on a website Oh you think that's weird? How about I wanna be who your girl falls asleep to at night? Thinking about my future, thinking about my past Wondering if maybe these fireworks have blown up a little too fast I'm going hard, speed racer Foot on the gas Little car that's broken, that piece of trash Hit up Dollar Tree for that PSL Tryna get where I gotta go, go, go [Vocal Scratching] [Verse 2] Sicker than a rulers pen, hot summer skinnies win I'm in the lotus flower mindset, zinny yin Zin Zig, buy a tin Popcorn, scout lick, hyped up Ritalin would've k**ed this in it's tracks Chron, no chron that would've been it Never hit a lick, but you bet i'd brush it off Old school beats, made it on a macintosh This is ADD on some paper, scissors, rock Listen to the met, make it my clock Poofy hair, mullet swag, call me Raggle Frock I'm hyped up rocking, gotta make it pop Have some manners, please and thank you If rap was a cla**, I'm getting tenure Ten year plus don't rust or bust sh**, I'm Colt Chronic...