I’ve been high as f#cking sh#t for many days
Yeah I’m gunning for this paper, it’s my only f#cking aim
I don’t need to sleep, keep the p#ss# crying for a week
It’s so f#cking bleak, I don’t even really wanna be
But I’m here, so it’s clear: make some sh#t they wanna hear
Pick it up, not the drugs bruh, the mutha f#cking pace
It’s too slow, like the higher I climb the steeper this hole
Still I gotta go, up is the only option from here bro
Running out of f#cking options put yo mask on
Strapped up, bad idea homie but who gives a f#ck?
Not us, smoke around like aura it surrounds us
Drowns us, I keep getting high because I’m giving up
All these f#cking tears that I have cried will never make a dent
I’m sick of f#cking looking at these people cause they’re full of sh#t You’ve never been my mutha f#cking equal cannot handle it
You’re praying for my downfall
But I’m only f#cking climbing b#tch
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