[Verse 1] All they ever see are the frowns All they ever hear are the swearing sounds They don’t ever see that I really hurt It’s not just me, it’s your and my fault I don’t sit around and just mope I jump on the raps and get dope This rap will not fix this mess This rap gets shit off my chest Wrong or right, impolite or nice Nothing or money, dead or alive This song is not one of those songs That’s slow and mad, it’s for me not ya’ll And don’t think that I truly like you Just because it’s right to be rightful For me I’ll always be nice to everyone I don’t ever talk shit right to you
[Chorus] Here’s the hook, is the song complete now? If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out? Whatever, take a deep breath And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit
[Verse 2] This is not philosophical No lessons of life for you to wanna do This is for me to get better But not fully, just for me to get up I don’t care about your reaction Many times it’s a purely bad thing I feel like I’m mentally ill Curing it myself is a hard ordeal Like coming off your training wheels Or going back to the way I lived Obviously I haven’t killed myself Which means I still got some hope left If you’re the same way raise your hand If you can relate to the way I am Screw it, you don’t have to do that thang I already know who can and who can’t
[Chorus] Here’s the hook, is the song complete now? If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out? Whatever, take a deep breath And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit
[Verse 3] Yes I rhyme yet I’m not fine Yes to wine, just drink it down Alcohol to help you when you’re down Seasonal depression, it’s wintertime Okay, you have to work for the good things If you don’t they’re good for nothing I just vent, explode with this pen If you say I have everything, that is fiction You cannot say I’m ungrateful See I take care of what I gain too Some say the rap game’s bad Please explain that as I stay with rap Self medication, I say what I’m thinking Sigmund Freud, free association Lastly, the reason people are reckless They wanna feel fine, these lives are bitches
[Chorus] Here’s the hook, is the song complete now? If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out? Whatever, take a deep breath You’ve made it through, congratulations
