[Verse 1]
Uh-huh, how do I even start this?
Mental illnesses, doctors gave me antibiotics
And all that trauma turned me into an artist
If I didn’t go through hell, I wouldn’t be here regardless
Traumatic experiences made my armor stronger
I have one chance at this life, before I turn to a goner
My arms are reaching, swimming through the constellation
Medically speaking, I don’t got a lotta patience
Haha, that joke was ‘bout a doctor
He didn’t seem happy, but he got a PHD
I’ll work minimum wage so I can afford car keys
Driving down the highway thinking ‘bout my last memories
When I had a smile, I was blue
Past tense
Looking at the numbers on the news
Mass deaths
The skeletons in my closet are tapping on my shoulder, and
I don’t know what to do, I worry ‘bout when I get older
[Verse 2]
So at what point do I take the cape off?
And stop pretending to be someone somebody else made up?
I takeoff at the airport, one way ticket, I bought two seats
One for my ideas, the other one for my booty
Haha, comedic undertones to hide the overbearing pain
At what point do we give up and simply call it a day?
I want to spread my message before my name’s printed on my grave
But I better hurry up before death can take its place
Trembling from trying, tragedy to trauma
I’m a cliffhanger, end my sentences with a comma
Past and present are different things, separated with a coma
That’s what Aminé meant when he found himself in Dakota
The same shoes that we wear walk same paths our kids will
So lets clean this place up before the guests arrive
I said, the same shoes that we wear walk same paths our kids will
So lets clean this place up before the guests arrive

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