I feel like my head's gonna blow up late,
Lee I've been trying to write down rhymes,
that I think that I find,
but I can't find the time so I'm stuck in the fucking loop,
line.

I can't think, my voice crack synchronized with the beat but I'm sure this is shit so,
I throw it up,
it would be the process,
I try avoiding and mess with the words I test, I'm dizzy,
writing a song, nobody will listen but I still got a drop down and a fraction,
I'm in regions,
your ears are gonna be furthest out of my script.

What the fuck?,
Now goodbye,
bitch, I hope you let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy now, fuck!,
Why give a shit?,
Why can't breathe?,
Why can't breathe?,
Now we're going back to reverse,
every time I spit my lyrics it gets worse and worse,
I'm writing, I should be dreaming,
but there's nothing I can do to make all that I've thought,
they're running me away,
they remain again, I know I shouldn't really stop,
but I won't let it stomp,
my brain, I'm getting very good at making bad decisions,
now I'm writing lyrics out of bottom,
I can't even six-rate my album,
try avoiding the fail but don't worry my pig did not fill the blank,
fuck! I'm a loser, I'm a failure,
these thoughts I said I would never,
the munchies are,
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe!,
Stop!,
Stop!,
Stop!,
Stop! Stop! Stop!,
Ah!,
Why give a shit?,
Why can't breathe?,
Why can't breathe?,
Why does the divine spirit I may see?,
Fuck you!,
Fuck you!