I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest.

My only wish is I die real cause that truth hurts and those lies kill.

All in all I learned a lesson from it though. You never see it coming you just get to see it go.

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.

When I'm writing, I'm thinking about how the songs are going to play live. Fifty bars of rap don't translate onstage. No matter how potent the music, you lose the crowd. They want a hook; they want to sing your stuff back to you.

I need you to rescue me from my destiny, I'm tryna live right and give you whatevers left of me.

But I never get attracted to fans cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam