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