ama kid with a dream

I have so much shit on my chest that means I'm to stress to get eney rest it is like this shit called life is a test I hope it is beacous I'm doing shit like what if we're in internal rest like coma but we have no phobea like I like all da homeis we ant no phones I'm just a kid with a dream to get lots of fame like can you really blame if you do I hope you're that I won't be to ashamed like this song isn't my main this shit be coming out my brain like when you snort cocian ill be in a privit plan and you'll be in you're rusty train tyed to the rails with mettle chanes well you brain power drains so ama hit the Hay I ant gay and latter bae