A buddy of mine is hooked on coke
And he blows all his cash to score that stuff
He even tried to quit but you know how it goes
This life, bro, keeps testing us
Sometimes it feels like someone already chose for us
Like heads or tails with a coin
One ends up a lawyer, another ends up pulling a robbery
Look at these kids fresh outta school
Hypnotized by Gomorrah and the bang of a gun
This verse is turning way too gangsta
I've heard too much rap, maybe it went to my head
As long as it's just music it's okay, even if it's violent
It's hard to stay clear-headed these days
When you turn on the TV and some nut high at the wheel
Takes your life, it was on the eight-o'clock news
I remember I had lost my grip
Bro, so many temptations in this city
And when I look around there are no good role models
All that counts is how you dress and how much you spend
Posting photos with smiling faces
Without really saying how you feel
Fame often puts you through ugly times
My favorite rapper died from fentanyl
I wonder what he thought right before he died
And what if I end up the same
Sorry for the topic, I know it's heavy
I was chasing my thoughts over this snare
You don’t know how it feels
Knowing you still play the tracks from ten years ago
I owe everything to the fans
And every bar I finish is my way to thank them
This track’s got no hook, don’t give a f*ck
Thoughts that spin nonstop
On an empty highway
Feels like yesterday I was in school
A thousand questions in my head
Who knows what I’ll be when I grow up
I pray to God but He won’t answer
I’m looking for a lighthouse in the waves
With my boys around I felt strong
We shone like stars in the night
We played records at the beach under the sun
Now those moments are only shadows
Now I’m busting my *ss, bro, like a madman
And time slips by like wind through leaves
If I could rewind it like this track
Maybe by now everything would be different
And I know outros ain’t cool anymore
Because nobody listens to records start to finish now
But f*ck it, this is the outro
And here I wanna give thanks
To every artist who helped me build this project
To all of you listening
And above all to myself
For still being here, f*ck it
And I let the beat run ’cause it bangs
Hey, sorry, f*cking Bluetooth
It dropped, I was saying bye, wishing you goodnight
By the way I know you’re writing the new record
And since the times are weird
And I know damn well you thrive in surreal, complex, strange stuff
You swim in it like it’s nothing
I’m sure you’re writing serious stuff
So good luck with the work