| I don't want it to end yet, but I didn't begin yet | |
| I said you're just a fan, you're just not really a friend yet | |
| Something that I've been said, practice makes perfect | |
| But I'll probably die tomorrow, tell me is it really worth it | |
| I can read the latest books, learn everything I need to | |
| But it seems they'll still look at me like a crook | |
| I'm like, yeah I'm pretty nice, yeah I'm pretty much an asshole | |
| And they don't understand so it sounds hypocritical but fuck you | |
| And I'm still the one the young niggas look up to | |
| Imagine what I'd do if I was passionate dudes | |
| Who only look around because they're searching for the truth | |
| And I'm still searching for a coupe, but only lurking in this booth | |
| And still more hazardous than you, still a casket fits my suit | |
| I wonder when my last breath is, life sucks but fuck | |
| I'm really tired of imagining how death is | |
| And Earth is lame, waiting for the moment that I'm blasting off | |
| I only go hard, I found out that you fags is soft | |
| Your sight is too limited to see my vision | |
| And you never listen so don't tell me OK just to pass me off |