Intro

Sometimes I'm just lost

Following stars to a home I've never been to and might not even like

Doing shit I wasn't into and telling stories through a mic

Breaking hearts along the way on a journey just to find mind

Enemies act like friends but jealousy is just like fine wine

The longer it exists; the stronger it gets and I'm just waiting on my time

But the waiting room is lonely

When it only seems like their time. So when it's me, myself, and clowns just competing for some air-time

So in the meantime I just lace these Jeremy Scotts on my feet

Cause it's me against the world, it's getting harder to compete

I mean the God in me wants to be a hero for the children

But playing that they're a villain is so often more appealing

So I Russian roulette these dreams. I might survive and it might kill me

After a drive by shooting stars so gangsters and dreamers feel me

But the real me's shooting truth in my system like it's crack

Getting high on self-esteem these insecurities attack

See it hurts, but it's a lesson when your boys become your yes-men

When girls wanna use you but it feels good just to let them

When the modus of your family got you questioning your best friend

Yes, these game you play when you're on varsity are tough, when you're a freshman