Tell me, what is happy, is everyone always loving on you, does it feel like everyone's telling the truth
I hate writing shit for others to relate to, my path isn't paved so I gotta break through
It's hard it's hard I'm telling you
To be yourself it's one escape room
It's okay baby I know I'm bound to die
I've been doing dumb shit just for good times
Gave myself the wrong reason to truly write rhymes
Atleast I'm being honest I know people who would cap, spin around the bottle, tryna get lapped
By an intellectual that can't rap, shit truth be told I wanna fap
Just a dirty individual tryna get past, all his mistakes and unholy mishaps
I cant I can't, try to get through, this barrier that I'm in to
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