Living, living Uh, uh (is it recording?) Wheezy beats I'm living out my own demise The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized I'm balancing out all my lows, I be under high (yeah) And they wonder why Little do they realize, I see the pain behind my eyes Feeling so unusual Fame is so unusual In hell but I don’t want this to be my turf no more I feel Kurt Cobain, sometimes I can’t stand this earth no more When it rains, it pours I'm living out my own demise The type of shit I seen, it leave a nigga traumatized I'm balancing out all my lows, I be under high (yeah) And they wondеr why Little do they realizе, I see the pain behind my eyes Feeling so unusual