Fly hie, sky hie , smokeing till the day we die, drinking hard licker , ya you already know the vibe, stay angry they saying all we do is waist our live All this reminds me about them good old times, when we wouldn't worry about living or dying, when your parents would tell us idal all be alright when depression only lasted like one or two nights, but now it's the only goddamn thing on our minds. ‘Cause the older we get the more that we think, and the more that we think, the more it will sink, ‘cause all of this being at home alone, im not starting to like it, i don't like it at all, Overthinking, it's all in my head, I’m slippitng away, holding on by a thread, if you call this living then I’d rather be dead