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Yeah, just my life
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Everything's changing me
These days feel the same
We all lost faith and lost
Why must we play this
Lord have on me
I've a sinnin' man
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge and in a plane
If I land...

Know I die
We live in my mind
And I say
We forever, still that life

There's a lot goin' on but I stick to the ones I
I never claimed to be a man but name a great man who was
Consequences of my in the past years had me stressin' out
It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna it out
Medication for depression that I cut turkey, had the kid manic
In an out in Hollywood, wildin' out like Nick Cannon
Railin' Adderall out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose, what the fuck I need a vacuum
New York City on my birthday, 6th, 2014
I had that first meeting with Hov, plus I brought out the team
I drank that whole bottle of D'usse Ty Ty me that night
When we left the club Rap Genius house me and shorty got into a fight
She out the room swingin', hit me in the jaw
I was really fend her off
But I ended up in the closet with my hands around her
I was trippin',
Too proud to or empathize, I blamed it all on her
Sayin' that she hit me first, though she was the one hurt
I was just reflectin' all the hurt that I was feelin' from the band's rejection
When Kids These Days split, that felt like a c-section
And my infidelity and jealousy with Natalie on top of the
And the ecstasy had me tryna drown down in the Chesapeake
The next month I "Down on My Luck" and had Europe goin' nuts
But I couldn't even appreciate it at the time, I was through too much
Now I had to million dollar label deals on the table for my records
In Ibiza eatin' paella on the roof, tryna choose over
Hov with the biddin' war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
When I saw Kanye at Wireless, without T-Pain, a good life
Felt so close Mr. Hudson introduced me to him backstage
He prolly don't even that shit... like a bitch off Backpage
But at that stage, I was ready to swing for the fence like a cage
At the time, I was windin' down a low point in my addict phase
The started wearin' off and I went into a deep writer's block
All a song that I couldn't finish that I wrote about signin' to the Roc
Isn't that ironic? I was so psychotic
With the whole excited for me and my idol sayin' I got it
Shit got bad out in L.A., so I moved back home to my basement
Linked up Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it back to basics
Then I wrote "Rage," that was me out through the pain
And "U Mad," addressin' my relationship Natalie, it was too bad
The violence and the lies slipped into my mental health
I did acid in the studio one day and almost myself
As I to fall apart, certain stars started to align
Oh Mys to Chicago in January at the perfect time
He said Kanye was workin' on an album, and Uzi him one of our songs
He was tryna fly me out, nigga, it was goin' like the Dow Jones
up to Westlake, first day I was there, I recorded "Wolves"
I knew I was the one, like Lyor meetin' the oracle
But I had to get a handle the door was pulled
out on SNL
All the hatin' on me back home lookin' at me like, "FML"
A lot of people comin' out the wood like, "Let's work," tryna
All the pressure my head hurt, the molly wouldn't let the meds work
At this it's like Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I'm still addicted
Frustrated, writin' shit for Ye, tryna visualize someone else's
Then he laid that verse on "U Mad" and we made the shit the
Ye and Hov into it over me, tryna do a joint venture
And G.O.O.D. Music fam, but it's that Roc boy SAVEMONEY life
Took the bus out on the road for the Traffic tour, did a nights
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my
If you learn one thing from my journey, nigga it's don't believin'
When this shit got so suffocatin' I could barely even keep
Wrote my wrongs all in this now I'd like to welcome y'all to my season
I'm gone