yo i got some problems thats bottle fed singing so soft its a delicate thread wish i was lost theres so much here in my head im lifting them off the feeling of dread you kno the cost sleep when ur dead follow the beat instead of defeat it's a pleasure to meet the people who casually ask wat you need an actually a act on there feat your lackin a reason to stand but font double back its a forward exam every day is a struggle like a cookie plate getting crumbled some days getting played was mistakes feeling faded getting fumbled i looked forward yesterday yet today i stumbled fell snoring on my face as im wondering is it to late ill wait and pray for a good day