| I used to fantasize bout traveling space and time |
| On the road as I put everything on the line |
| Seeing fans shaking hands and blowing they minds |
| I see them cry bout the person that they idolize |
| But I rewind so I take it back |
| I’m so attached to the music when I’m in it I would snap |
| Like I’m stuck in a trap with my hands clapped tied down |
| Nobody ever sees me in the lab making rounds |
| I’m dream chasing addicted I need patience |
| I’m stuck in between being unseen and being hated |
| I’m Running round all the races |
| Waking up killing stages |
| Surprised cause everyone telling me my lyrics save them |
| But I don’t know if I try to |
| Cause what if there’s a time when everybody would eye you |
| Would I be a target |
| Would I be gone over nonsense |
| Or Instagram likes while they taking a prophet |
| I’ve been lost so long now I’m stuck in overdrive |
| Racking over my brain to make up a simple line |
| Thinking about meeting everyone who said I’m saving lives |
| Talking and getting to know them from a deeper side |
| Everyone be swithcing when they get recognition |
| But me I do it for them fans that I got out of spitting |
| From the Bay to U. K |
| L.A. to Paraguay |
| What if I can’t live up to the hype train right away |
| It’s like I’m feeling the pressure |
| Like I’m in game 6 but they out for my neck um |
| Why is it people with batteries in your back |
| The ones who take it out of you when you kill opening acts it’s like |
| Nowadays I can’t tell who really rock with the team |
| Or want me up in a cell |
| Who wanting me to succeed |
| Or want me living in hell |
| But fuck it I’m better doing everything by myself |