Out On The Weathered Streets YCK

Trying to get noticed a product of the rap game
I’ve got a lot of fucking burdens keeping up the back pain
And growing up when I was younger never had a role model
I’m making up for that mistake now I can drink the whole bottle

Rapping’s all I do and it can make depressed
Cause no ever gave a fuck about me when I confessed
All my emotions on a track and everything that I lack
Inside my brain there’s an imbalance of the things I should have

Knew that it was wrong when I was turning fourteen
And each and evеry fucking problem I could never forеsee
Cause everyone was going through it they were hoping and praying
And dealt with loss, breaking up, depression, rest you could name it

I fucking hated life I never wanna go back
And I can promise that I'm better knowing that's in the past
But I've been feeling kinda nervous I don't know what comes next
And what the future's got in store like I just wonder perplexed

I thought we were
Scared and unsure
But I didn't notice you
All along were going too

Hopefully you get everything you need
To get by fine on these weathered streets
And though I can't say we both agree
I hope that you can remember me