Im startin this sh** with no words in my head Thinkin Luke, why dont you just go to bed? But I won't give up on this pen and paper Until im flooded with the light green paper And I meet my maker, in the depths of the sky Time is money but its pa**in me by Listenin to Jamie for more inspiration Bars comin out slow, verbal constipation Will I make it? Probably not.. Stay free? Mug shot... Will I make it? Probably not... Millionaire Life? Private Yacht? Went to school Broke a rule Now a I rot In the unwanted Pot People keep avoiding me Cos ive eaten the fruit of a poisonous tree Now Ive fallen to the lowest degree Lookin at my life as a bunch of debris Everyone knows Ill never be the best On computer declinin every friend request "ITS TIME TO UP THE LEVELS AGAIN" But how can I do that when Ive forgotten my pen Will I make it? Probably not.. Stay free? Mug shot... Will I make it? Probably not... Millionaire Life? Private Yacht?