Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.
You ain't the only one that's tryna be the only one.
I can't even find the perfect brush so I can paint what's going through my mind. Racing 'gainst myself but I'm a couple steps behind.
I'm about to reach my dreams and I aint even got my arms stretched.
I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads.
Came up that's all me, stayed true that's all me, no help that's all me, all me for real