point of view

sitting here got alot shit on my mind nobody likes man when i go fast i cutting up traffic seeing how long i can last if i fuckin go just know it was my time dont come looking for me cus me wont find promise youll live me out live me out outliveing my ryms if i fucking die just know its my time ill turn into star and i will fucking shine got all these thoughts and a little peace of mind my depression man its got me in a bind thought i could share thoughts with my fucking crew but they all hate me and they say I'm f****** through wish you could see s*** from my point of view hers some things men just to name a few when I go fast and I'm always on the gas looking at the road man it's a f****** blast and I'm cutting up traffic seeing how long I can last looking in the rearview a shitbox i just passed a car compared to mine its also half-assed