I.C. You Are Feeling Drake

When your "golden days"

Are "that was just a phase..."

Lose yourself to reminisce

Pictures and innocence

Try to remember when you felt free and

The smiles

Just came so naturally...

You can't control your age

But you can control how you feel

Breathing dead air into broke lungs that

Once filled your heart

With the will to live

So when are you

Gonna cash in your raincheck?

(And on and on and on...)

Every second that goes by

Is one that's gone for good

Are you throwing away

Possible memories to a fevered life

Of "woulds" and "coulds?"

We may have missed our chance and

We may never be young again but fuck

Living a sick day life

Fuck dead beat kids

And fuck your falsehoods

So when are you

Gonna cash in your raincheck?

(And on and on and on...)

I'm not dead yet

Ambitions... sorry, but I have none...

I'm just a confused kid

With the masses telling me

To join tradition...

But I just can't...

I'd rather die than live like you

Do you get it?

I'd rather die than live like you

You don't get it

Fuck your falsehoods