Drugs seem to be my real mentality. cuz my life hurts me, im screaming fuck reality. Aint nobody really fucking know me. Look at all the weed I'm rolling. i keep thinking while reloading, up the shots about suicide, or if i should live or die. im holding.. onto my life, i dont know why. im ghosting.. My family and friends, while most of em die. Dont ask me how my life is going! Its going bad, where is my mom? where is my dad? why are they gone? im feeling bad... So i wrote a song, i wrote a rap. This takes too long, i wanna back, away from the gun. but i hate the past, where has it gone? this isnt right! but it isnt wrong... Im gonna fight, until the day im gone... So here i go! Im questioning about my phone, while i feel alone, well its pretty well shown. Like the shiver in my bones, when i start to get cold, wearing a coat, walking a lonely road. like when i walked to school, walking on snow. even then i felt so alone... No one to hug, no one to hold. In gonna die young, i wanna die old.. I was suicidal at 7 years old ... Cuz i was abused, never did as i was told. i was never rich, i want my teeth gold, but in reality i just really want someone to hold... But in reality, realities a bitch, in reality im just a fucking kid. who grew up from not having shit. to bring somebody, and still feel like shit. Drugs seem to be my real mentality. cuz my life hurts me, im screaming fuck reality.