[Verse 1: BTK]
Everyday I wake up, same situation
Still livin' with my people
I swear I need a vacation
Sometimes I love sleep more than
Being awake and facin'
The thoughts that I'm just wasting my time
And I'll never make it, put this bottle down
Relax, just pace myself
If I don't ever become a legend, then I'll waste myself
Put so much time into makin' music, producing
And tryna blow up, I should get a break
From all this pain I've felt
My father don't even know I make music
It's crazy, he missed so many years
From back when I was a baby
And now I'm almost 20
Just tryna get a twenty
So I can buy a case and drink
Till I find out what's made me
So close but so far, with makin' it happen
I should quit, go get a job
And stop with this rappin'
Don't mean to hurt anybody
But f** you all who ain't help me out
With tryna sell a copy, now this label with doubt
I'm not used to the city lights
So goin' to Daytona is f**in' hype
I've hated my f**in' life
With how I never really got to go out
But man I swear, if I'ma sign a deal
I'll glow up and show out, just know now
Man I'm on the edge of this
I've sacrificed everything but my soul
So tell me what else is left with this
I'm ready to go, just leave, trust me
Man this place is not for an artist
From the day I started this music
I knew I was a target
Barely go to any parties
Man I hate this place
I'd rather hibernate and write
Before I show my face
This is ridiculous, pickin' through these sentences
Just to flip the sh**, all these rappers local
Boy that ain't my taste
I wonder how people would feel if they knew
I wouldn't make it, would they show sympathy?
f** that, just laugh in my face
I know they want to anyways
They want me to stop, but nah
I won't f**in' stop until I cut through this top
This sh** is crazy my location is just not for creating
A musician, I'm sick of this sh**
I just feel like I'm slippin'
Don't wanna get caught up with the negative
Wish I would've never said the sh**
That I got me a distribution deal
I just feel like I'm just wastin' your time
As well as makin' it mine
I'm sick of bein' kind to people
Who won't show em what's mine
They say they love what I'm doin'
They say that I've been improvin'
Where are you when I need help
With promotin' this music
This sh** is stupid, I climb all the way up
Just for a peak, which causes me to fall back
Into panics and cold feet
God dammit, these old beats, just can't
Get sold cheap, this fan just told me
"Man f** em, just throw heat"
I'm stuck, my soul bleeds
I'm f**ed, with no cheese
It must be bad luck
Cause f**, I can't sleep, oh well
Let's load up beats
And continue to dream
At least when I'm asleep, I never have to worry and think
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