So unimpressed with the work that I put in Like my sh** turned soft, from rock to pudding What I put in multiply rapidly, so I should be happy right? Well that ain't right cause I'm up all night tryna write What comes to mind vacates quick, can't capture it Like a split second photo at the finish line, used to think I was in my prime Realized I'm in line to my funeral All success is measured numeral so I've gotta be numero uno - just to use this flow The clue is left in each note, peep the third line six words in… The key to happiness is love in itself, but thats hard when you're not loving yourself Trapped in the corner puffing in stealth - wondering if anyone else… Struggles as well The day the Reaper comes, is the day I'm at one with my doubts Alone with my thoughts, Im just tryna find my way out While I navigate these words carefully, making sure those who care for me Aren't scared to see whats been tearing me Used to attend therapy, now this music is my way of self medicating No hesitating, when it comes to what I write - if its real I say it If its real I say it… If its real I say it… If its real I say it