[Verse 1: pizza boy.] I might not make it big, I think that's kinda scary At 25, I might go join a monastery I need some luck, a plug, a genie, God, a fairy Struggle like I was written by Tyler Perry Feelin' dejected, I see these new stars, and I add to my d**h wish I came in for love, but it turned into thirst; don't get murked for playing keepaway with my beverage They tell you don't break these rules, then right in front of your face, they'll make an exception… except when... you try it Then they wanna teach you a lesson Done with it; you're mad I broke the mold ‘cause I ain't wanna' fit it Say it's something else, though Lie to me [A] bunch of kids, sittin' around, tellin' stories: Music industry or Midnight Society? [Hook: pizza boy.] Save your money, stay in school, listen, it's a cautionary tale Dead dreams, cold sweats, days and nights, counting every loss and every fail You don't want this life, this is pain.biz, really, you should stay up off this site [Verse 2: Ly Moula] I don't wanna talk about it; I ain't got enough to count it Rap is over- overcrowded; I just move a- move around it Thought I lost it, now I've found it I've been- I've been- I've been eatin'... ramen noodles for no reason; can of tuna with the season I don't want it, b**h, I need it I ain't vomit, b**h, I'm bleedin' I got treated to a beatin' These are tales from the afterlife The industry used me like a pawn or a who*e in a ritual sacrifice Prayers up; tail between your legs, scared with your ears up Hear us; pouring water on the fire ‘til the sh** clear up