wake up every mornin feelin like i aint sleep anxiety and depression seem to get the best of me its like im a castaway stranded in the sea how the fuck did this shit come to be the way im thinkin got me feelin hella stressed im real fuckin tired yea i needa get some rest bitches tear me apart like they runnin tests shit in my brain got me feelin hella pressed i dont know how i be livin like this yea it took me a while to realize that theres something better in the end yea the real prize yea that i didnt need a bitch to open my eyes bc the bitches over there like i spy and yea that day will come were i die and all the tears will wash away that i cried bc in the end theres the real prize yea the real prize