[Hook]
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Mama it's ok your baby boy gone be alright
And living's better if it's life
La da da
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Value every breath it till it all escapes my lungs
Let the good die young
La da da,La da da da, ohhh
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Before I see the other side I suffer and coincide
My death with younger breath and hope for those alive
18 with a rap sheet never known to strive
When he get out swing harder down to his only strike
Bowling it's weird cuz he tryna dodge the pen
Instead of going for strikes he let the enemies win
Rolling will all my friends done taught to take a hit
Now my only fight is against my thoughts of just making it
Never said it was gone be easy believe me you're gonna struggle
You'll get so caught up in leisure you'll scream because no one loves you
The pressure of all the people around you when you are cuddled
The succubus kills your trust and lust begins causing trouble
Reflect back on the kid with a rap sheet I'm the same
Only difference wrote it myself, helps me to show the pain
I'm going toward the pen, ascending toward the fame
And I doubt that'll ever change
The nineties breeding a monster
My fam not eating I conquer
I sink my teeth in the lava
To spit hot speech at this concert
Lead my people to water, and hope I teach em to drink
You lost at C.H.A.O poke the dream watch it sink
Never feeling accomplished, writing a bucket list
Listening to all of my thoughts read my writtens beyond the crypt
If it is saga if it didn't exist
Let the truth be in audition exist only on the disc
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Mama it's ok your baby boy gone be alright
And living's better if it's life
La da da
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Value every breath it till it all escapes my lungs
Let the good die young
La da da,La da da da, ohhh
As I look into the sky
Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
Before I see the other side I suffer and coincide
My death with younger breath and hope for those alive
18 with a rap sheet never known to strive
When he get out swing harder down to his only strike
Bowling it's weird cuz he tryna dodge the pen
Instead of going for strikes he let the enemies win
Rolling will all my friends done taught to take a hit
Now my only fight is against my thoughts of just making it
Never said it was gone be easy believe me you're gonna struggle
You'll get so caught up in leisure you'll scream because no one loves you
The pressure of all the people around you when you are cuddled
The succubus kills your trust and lust begins causing trouble
Reflect back on the kid with a rap sheet I'm the same
Only difference wrote it myself, helps me to show the pain
I'm going toward the pen, ascending toward the fame
And I doubt that'll ever change
The nineties breeding a monster
My fam not eating I conquer
I sink my teeth in the lava
To spit hot speech at this concert
Lead my people to water, and hope I teach em to drink
You lost at C.H.A.O poke the dream watch it sink
Never feeling accomplished, writing a bucket list
Listening to all of my thoughts read my writtens beyond the crypt
If it is saga if it didn't exist
Let the truth be in audition exist only on the disc
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