[Intro] (7x)
What-what-what-what one two one two
[Verse One]
I hit the pedal for Olympic medals
My membrane strain achin' from the pain
Truly torn me apart
But I've rebuilt and still lit a torch in the dark
You wanna rap young chap, this ain't no walk in the park
I've spit steadily while they slouch
They veggie up on the couch, I've severed everything now
I'm a homeless baby, rain tappin' on my head nearly drove me crazy
Until I realized the rain made us hope to maybe open say we wrote the pay
We all want a million to spend, lotto is luck
But I buy my ticket now and again
I'd rather Russian Roulette, then never rush in at all
I'd rather walk up the ledge, then to be stuck in the walls
I'mma dreamer with Insomnia
But soon enough I'll sell my drums and become a new demon for the popular
I like shit that's so deep it don't make sense
But if I make a beat they guarantee that it pays rent
So I hold back and pretend that I sold crack
Walk around drunk screamin' out where the hoes at
But please know that, that ain't who Wrek is
And I can't be left starvin' while the sell outs live
And if so I'll make peace with these fake ass streets
A Hollywood divorced forced over lame ass beats
I swore there was a bright light at the end of this road
But if I starve before I get there how am I to know
What-what-what-what one two one two
[Verse One]
I hit the pedal for Olympic medals
My membrane strain achin' from the pain
Truly torn me apart
But I've rebuilt and still lit a torch in the dark
You wanna rap young chap, this ain't no walk in the park
I've spit steadily while they slouch
They veggie up on the couch, I've severed everything now
I'm a homeless baby, rain tappin' on my head nearly drove me crazy
Until I realized the rain made us hope to maybe open say we wrote the pay
We all want a million to spend, lotto is luck
But I buy my ticket now and again
I'd rather Russian Roulette, then never rush in at all
I'd rather walk up the ledge, then to be stuck in the walls
I'mma dreamer with Insomnia
But soon enough I'll sell my drums and become a new demon for the popular
I like shit that's so deep it don't make sense
But if I make a beat they guarantee that it pays rent
So I hold back and pretend that I sold crack
Walk around drunk screamin' out where the hoes at
But please know that, that ain't who Wrek is
And I can't be left starvin' while the sell outs live
And if so I'll make peace with these fake ass streets
A Hollywood divorced forced over lame ass beats
I swore there was a bright light at the end of this road
But if I starve before I get there how am I to know
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