| I was never the kid beggin' for help
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| Always thought I could do everything better myself
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| So I kept to myself
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| And age 9, 10, 11 and 12 I started developing remedies for my mental health
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| I would write a verse here and there when I was angry or sad just to clear the
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| air
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| But as time went on, it was weird and rare
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| I’m frustrated, this wasn’t why I appeared to bear
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| See rap was my reason, Addictive Personality added to the fact that I lacked
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| what I needed
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| A sense of purpose, happiness even
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| And the more I worked, the more support I had been receivin'
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| Made new friends that came with the cause
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| Stayed out of trouble everyday writing songs
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| Eventually gained fans who were craving it all, huh
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| And here I am contemplating it all, I’m lost
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| Lost
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| I wake up and ask where has my time gone?
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| So I go back to sleep
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| And because I am young, I’ll do anything for the things that I love
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| 'Cause baby I’m lost
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| And everything I got is clearly a blessin'
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| But my life is solely music, after school I disappear in a second and I fear
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| where I’m headed
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| They tell me to be a kid, don’t waste these years, you’ll regret it
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| But I’m caught in this damn route
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| Of who can be the product to stand out?
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| I might be
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| And I’m confident hands down
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| Nothing will happen with this unless I work the hardest I can now
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| So someone teach me how to balance this
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| Last week I stepped back and acted as a kid
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| But they were opportunities I had to pass up quick
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| Plus I’m late for collabs and I’m lookin' like an asshole
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| And I’m battlin' myself, I ain’t choose this match!
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| It’s summer now, I got time, but what the fuck am I gon' do with that?
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| And while I think on it, I’ll look at my inboxes
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| And see kids talkin' like «where the new music at?»
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| I’m lost
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| Lost
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| I wake up and ask where has my time gone?
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| So I go back to sleep
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| And because I am young, I’ll do anything for the things that I love
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| 'Cause baby I’m lost
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| I feel out of the loop
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| I feel like everybody’s swimmin' in the fountain of youth while I’m in my house
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| in the booth
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| My mind’s crowded with views from the past
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| Feels like yesterday my best friend and I had biked to town to get food
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| Now he’s smokin' and he’s drinkin' and he’s drivin' with the same pack
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| Who hated on me when they found out that I made raps
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| And there’s this girl that I kinda like now
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| And I heard she’s into me, but I ain’t got the time to find out
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| I’m tryna pass and forget her
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| Tryna not think about how many times I’m ditching dad over dinner
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| Tryna not think about when I promised the calls to grandma
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| Mom said it won’t be long 'til she’s gone
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| What’s my excuse?
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| I’m preoccupied with this 8-inch blue baby bottle mic?
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| And I would take a break if I didn’t think about failure more than my success
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| But I only got one life I can’t afford losin' again
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| I’m lost
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| Lost
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| I wake up and ask where has my time gone?
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| So I go back to sleep
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| And because I am young, I’ll do anything for the things that I love
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| 'Cause baby I’m lost
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| Lost
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| I’ll do anything for the things that I love
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| But baby I’m lost
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| Lost
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| 'Cause I’m lost |