My life just feels surreal like a Salvador Dali People coming up to ask what I am on. Actually Im just high on life, feeling great like Gatsby Cant believe Im here, to be heard, like actually In the flesh, in the press, to my head, here I go Wouldve never guessed where Ive been a year ago A year ago my laptop broke and I quit this A murderthon later, murdered every song hit list While you were getting head, I was getting heads up Everyone I met told me I just need to step up It had me fronting. Fuck it, Im the next up! Yeah, til I went and messed up Fuck Fuck, that made my chest hurt Figured I should just quit cos it only gets worse But it didnt, I recovered and I never felt better Standing with the talent, rapping This guys a show stealer! But Im quietly modest By the night Im a savage and I write til the morning Then its sleep til the evening, then I try to be Thomas Wrote my verse like a novel, Im entirely honest Im a nice guy. My verse is sickest No remorse if youre in it, got a nerve and I hit it Not allergic to winning but when serving my lyrics If the crowd is too big I prefer to be in it I wrote a song at Christmas that never got released cos I was close to suicide, like I had lost my freedom It was gonna be my last words, I think I called it Free Lunch A white flag, a fuck it, before I unplugged me but I couldnt take my life and Im happy that I didnt I imagine every night how it could be different Never imagined it like this, though, all these blessing I keep getting Its almost too much, but Im thankful While you were getting head, I was getting heads up Everyone I met told me I just need to step up So I stepped up Ive had sleepless nights, filled with senseless fights
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