[Verse 1: Packi]
Livin' life but it feels like the end of it
It's a cold world when you don't got a friend in it, hell
What am I to do?
What if I don't give a damn what I am to you?
I do this sh** for me, it's like therapy
That's why I keep the pen around, cause you were never there for me
But it is
And you don't like the fact that I did this
But it's whatever, I could stay forever on your sh** list
This time, I'll do it for me
I don't care about the money, I would do this sh** for free
If it a'int about the words then it's all about the beat
Lose yourself in the music
Put it on repeat
Try to put your a** to sleep, but the music got you thinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout your problems, and that sh** got you drinkin'
Drinkin' 'till you solve them, or drinkin' 'till you're numb
You could figure it out, but now drinkin' got you dumb
And you wonder what happened
Everything used to be fine
Everything I want now used to be mine
And it slipped away wishin' you could rewind
Lookin' at your girlfriend, wishin' you could read minds
Lookin' at your watch, wishin' you could freeze time
Lookin' at your problems, tryna' throw the peace sign, deuces
And get the hell up outta' there
But you got no cash flow, you don't even got a prayer
Dang
It's weighin' on you heavy
You weren't even ready and it hit you like a ton of bricks
Everything was cool, how the hell'd it go from fun to this?
There's gotta be a better way
There's gotta be a better way
There's gotta be a better way
Get the hell outta' your bed and get a better day