I've been ridin' through the city in the dark while it's lifeless Inside this car is where I found my fucking light switch Stopped doing stupid shit like knife hits, this life isn't priceless Y'all back home the reason I'ma write this You a lame, lame, it's a shame, shame You took your picture outta the frame, frame I thought you changed, changed, you playin' games, games I hardly know you, we ain't the same, same You tryna blame, blame, oh, what a claim, claim Who is the person that you became-came? Couldn't relate-late, my path is paved, paved So I just packed up and got away-way A-okay Yeah, I'm smiling with the Sun in my face I said wait, okay Now the rain's pickin' up, tryna put me in my place I said wait, wait, okay-kay Borrowed time till I'm in a grave, grave Gonna dig, dig and they gon' take, take The same one's attending my wake, wake When the bass hit, bass hit, I went back to basics Scrapped another album, I ain't working on no lame shit Genre clashing all the time, but I ain't ever lane switch Some of you just play the role while I've been on the same shit Seven in the morning, I'm just tryna start my day shit Whippin' to the coffee shop, the soundtrack on my playlist Horror film apparel, Christmas carols on my feet though Peril sent the beat and I just hit it like a cheat code Flipped through all the pages, read a story 'bout a hero Thought I could relate 'cause at one point, he was a zero Time will tell my story if my time is one to borrow Live it how you want 'cause you might never wake tomorrow Never wake tomorrow, all that's left is your achievements Fillin' up my cup in hell, along with all your grievance Is it kinda funny how my death changed your perception? Was it all coincidence or was it my intention? Deafening to most, but some will understand the story I don't want it all, but I want outta purgatory So I wrote a song or two in hopes that I could reach it Found another key inside my soul, I'm playing defense With it 'cause I gotta, I don't wanna lose control 'Cause the weight of all the words excused sit still inside my soul I'm mistreated by my friends sometimes, so I stand all alone I don't fuck with anybody, it's a waste of what I know I don't really think I know you, you're an undeveloped mold It's the people you hold close to you that treat you fucking cold They stay plotting on the kid and take a bid on when I'll fold Then they wonder why I'm distant and so hard to get ahold Of the people in your life, how many got you till the grave? Probably one or two, be honest with yourself and not ashamed Yeah, the good ones hard to come across, but when you do, it's great Life is beautiful in solitude, I really can't complain