The galaxy instilled in us, pressure that’s been building up
Expectations rising, I’ve been hoping that I’m skilled enough
Me and all my demons throwing fisticuffs, I need a pick me up
I’m whippin through the city in a Bentley truck, and I’ve been in the cut, puffing indica
Got the liquor filled up in the cup, dealing with the end of us, venom in my blood
And I’ve been bit enough, defensive when they call my bluff
Isolation when it’s getting tough, but everybody’s got some things that they just don’t show
People deal with some things that you just don’t know
And I’m tired of this world but I just can’t go, tired of this world but I just can’t go
I don’t see too many pеrfect people round thеse days, it’s strange
The things we try to fake one day may all just fade away, someday
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