yo I've done some things I'm not proud of
like that time i's in the bolsheviks and killed the romanovs
but if there is a god up in that sky way high above
please let me get this project in with some time to spare
i don't care heres some snare if you dare be aware
i just wanna party but instead i am a square
hoveled here in my house rent $640 a month
mayn imagine how much drugs i could get in my little mouth
for that price it aint right but i gotta do wail
gotta go to law skool i will die if i fail
i wanna be a rappa but my daddy says well
i don't wanna see you ending up bummed out in jail
I'm a middle class vagabond off the beaten trail
but my poppa still puts that check in the mail
I've gone stale i eat it like an asshole
puckering and suckering on the family dole
this isn't a life this isn't life this is hell

i always feel guilt for the position i'm in
first world problems the crowd is in a mellow din
while I spin i dunno why i'm so fucked up
do i have the right when my life is so lucked up
cups up it runneth over and i still i wanna fly away
way up high to get away before i betray any true feelings
or vulnerability see the problem for me is that i do it easily
without knowing to protect myself i never check myself
before i wreck myself or disinfect myself from the bullshit
i smash hard and fast into tempered glass
and i feel it crack and shatter all over me
i wanna flee just wanna be free i don't even know me
sometimes gets so lonely without any cronies
let me get away let me get away let me get away and high five the next
high rise i see in the suburbs i i didn't learn to drive
no no no one told me i'd never survive but i nearly died
what the fuck who the fuck was that so far away
from the little boy wonder from arataki
primary school the only hood I've ever been in
i been thin i been fat and i know that i should be grateful
for everything i have but whats the point in living if i never knew what i had