Living, living
Uh, uh (is it recording?)
Wheezy beats

I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows, I be under high (yeah)
And they wonder why
Little do they realize, I see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual

Fame is so unusual

In hell but I don’t want this to be my turf no more
I feel Kurt Cobain, sometimes I can’t stand this earth no more

When it rains, it pours

I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows, I be under high (yeah)
And they wondеr why
Little do they realizе, I see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual