[Verse 1]
Should’ve kept the skeletons in the closet 
Wish some of these feelings I could turn off, shit 
Sick of washing all this blood in the faucet 
I don’t see any prophets, just people tryna profit 
I’m not saying it’s nonsense, shit I’d always be in my wallet 
If my gross could make me vomit, deposit after deposit 
Write my feelings down and then I always toss it 
I released “Winning.” ‘cuz I felt like all I took was losses 
Got me looking for who the boss is 
Is anyone really into me, or are they just into my pocket? 
I feel like I can spit flawless, thought this shit was awesome 
Low key wishing I could be the center of some gossip 
I mean shit, as long as I’m the topic 
Flying high and feel like I’m not even in the cockpit 
Screaming “stop it”, I’ve lost it 

[Verse 2]
My heart is beating through my chest
I just keep sleeping but I can’t get enough rest 
Feeling like I’m worthless ‘cuz I don’t know how to make a check 
So I just keep telling myself in this rap game I’m next 
Man that’s bullshit 
The likelihood of me making it is barely a possibility 
The new school has proved to me no ones looking for ability 
They just want trap beats and simplicity 
And yeah I guess it gets to me, cuz fuck
I’m using this as therapy, tryna build my self-esteem 
Really just wishing I could let my mama be countin’ green 
But these thoughts come back and I’m drowning and I’m weak 
I got bad habits I keep going back to like an old friend 
Got me praying that my life would begin or maybe just end 
Got me debating on if my prayers-

Got me debating on if my prayers are falling on the ears of a friend 
Shit, sometimes it feels like the devil is the only one who hears me man