Verse 1:
Second year in LA/and I barely finished my checklist/got an Instagram full of women/I never slept with/walking round at 5am/chasing my next hit/cause it’s easier find drugs/than self acceptance/me on Monday mornings/that is what a mess is/and very atheist/so you keep your damn blessings/I spent 5 months this year homeless/so hmmmm no bitch/even in this sunshine/a nigga know what cold is/know what alone is/been like that since 12/learned how to pretend I’m doing swell/when really all is not well/but what will never happen/is me showing my sadness/claiming this life is tragic/man that will never happen/I’m a black man in America/being weak gets you killed/Keep up facades that is real/just depression behind this face of steel/emotional weight crushing my damn chest/this year has been a damn wreck

Chorus:
Second year in LA/and I barely finished my checklist/got an Instagram full of women/I never slept with/walking round at 5am/chasing my next hit/cause it’s easier find drugs/than self acceptance/me on Monday mornings/that is what a mess is/and very atheist/so you keep your damn blessings/I spent 5 months this year homeless/so hmmmm no bitch/even in this sunshine/a nigga know what cold is/know what alone is/been like that since 12/learned how to pretend I’m doing swell/when really all is not well/but what will never happen/is me showing my sadness/claiming this life is tragic/man that will never happen/I’m a black man in America/being weak gets you killed/Keep up facades that is real/just depression behind this face of steel/emotional weight crushing my damn chest/this year has been a damn wreck

Chorus:
365 days up on that calendar/not one of them mattered bruh/Man fuck this shit/Fuck this shit/fuck this shit/ (2x)

Verse 2:
I did the math/I spent like 3 grand on white girl/and that was lightwork/ATM overdrafts hurt/that’s knife work/also fell in love and got ghosted/I hate it/I swear to god/I’m swearing off these Caucasians/also keeping my heart on my sleeve/because it only seems to bleed/Eric Garner a nigga could not breathe/this world is choking me/just some red eyed Jedi/need of a last hope/working 7 days a week/but inches from broke/putting up last second field goals/they hit the post/want that refs arms to go up/but nigga nope/that’s why I use the coke/numb is my default setting/got no time for resting/death is coming soon surely I accept it/I’ve accomplished nothing in these 31 years/but a lot of pushed back tears/and a few cracked veneers/I’m so done with this year like/I'm so done with this year like/I'm so done with this year ugh/

Chorus