A lot of people sayin’ f*** me. Problem is they be telling everybody but me.
Even Photoshop couldn't change me.
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 know that it's comin I just hope that I'm alive for it
I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets
All them 5s need to listen when the 10 is talking