I finally feel like, I can go ahead and say sh** that I ain't ever been able to say before Y'know what I mean? Like.. This is for all the awkward moments And the high school memories And all the f**ing popular kids I allowed to get to me The fact that I was broke and I knew my family had necessities And so everything added up, inside of me, depressing me The fact my dad was gone and I couldn't even say rest in peace Cause leaving us was worse than dying Here's for forgetting me Here's to finally admitting that now it's off my chest and see Here's to being sad and only happy when on ecstasy Here's for all the fake friends, the rumors, and the lies Here's for all the fake trends I was to broke to buy Here's for all that time wasted with those stupid guys Here's to bottles of stolen liquor and all them crazy nights And thank you to the haters. Thank you to the teachers 'f** you' to the cheerleaders, I'll watch while on the bleachers Thank you to myself for staying true to graphic t-shirts and the tennis shoes And back packs, headphones, and all the reefer I'MA MAKE IT!!! I'ma make it! [repeated]