Layin on my back always tryna get a glimpse Of the stars and the moon, hopin for sum kinda hint On this life that I’m livin, I will write it then I spit it But the lyrics don’t matter if my feelings are omitted. Wishin to be benefitted Show I’m proud of bein different Get up off the ground and figure out what it is that I am missin. While they’re tryna hunt the griffon i am fucked up in the kitchen Gotta make them proud so I’m makin my own kind of mission (Repeat chorus)