This is quite something
A new feeling I've had
The quiet, my silence
That feels all consuming
The product of growing up antosocially
Is faded now, hear me now
I can stand up and scream with all of my lungs
That I have come up, I have done drugs
I just tried not to give up
Just tried to keep love
My path has been rough
Not a place to grow up
But here I am till grinding on the come up
On the come up from nothing
No faking, stay honest
No loyalty out here
I prayed to my gods
For like every meal
The cycles of troubles
The struggle is real
Too many people rotting in jail
Counting up birthdays
From inside a hell
Court ordered rehab
Lil momma been drinking
And snorting up powder
Living like she the weekend
But now she been tweaking
Her babies at home
Lil momma you geeking
Her neighbors on snapchat
Livestreaming her showdown
With all of her demons
We'll see who defeats 'em
Cause

We go round and round
Like wheels on a school bus
Singing sweet songs
And going on our way
Yeah

We go round and round
Like the wheels on a school bus
Singing sweet songs
To hide all of our pain
Yeah