Verse 1:

-I like it when you call me names.
-Failure, lame, fake, it's all the same.
-Rejected all too often, thoughts are constant on my brain.
-So it's been some timing since I crashed inside a ball of flames.

-Home is where I call the page. Wait, I got it backwards, invert it.
-I'm a Catholic converted Atheist, rap is my sermon.
-I believe in me and me only, that's the path and I'm certain.
-Self preservation is the only thing I'm actually yearning.

-Please don't be mad at me. Please don't be mad at me.
-I've killed myself like 90 times inside the lines without even a casualty.
-Tackle these depressing thoughts to become who I have to be.
-Gathering each shattered piece to flip that to a masterpiece.

-Veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat.
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote.
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up.
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up.

HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6.
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses.
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit.
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid.

Verse 2:

-I like it when you treat me rough.
-When you beat me up, my game's to feign defeated clutch.
-Lately I've been feeling stuck, I need to break or need a blunt.
-I mean it's safe to say I truly feel I ain't achieving much.

-Turn the speakers up, let that instrumental run it's course.
-Let it pour over your soul because that's what it's for.
-Just open up your heart and let it strum the chords.
-There ain't no sense in letting fans down with something forced.

-It's either go out with my peers to watch em shatter they life.
-Or stay inside to write music on a Saturday night.
-I chose the latter cause it matters how I manage my vice.
-And I get sick of seeing the same old Cabaret plight.

-I got, veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat.
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote.
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up.
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up.

HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6.
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses.
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit.
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid.

Verse 3:

-I like it when we never talk.
-I think it helps us to evolve and become better off.
-As individuals we suffer, but that's a separate loss.
-It's up to us to determine if we'll accept the cost.

-Getting lost, flipping through my picture albums.
-Feeling crossed, steady getting sick just glimpsing at them.
-I know there's bigger things in life disguised in different patterns.
-But it gets harder to not falter to these fickle matters.

-It's obvious my heads the biggest enemy I've seen.
-That's pretty evident to me, that's the depth of my beliefs.
-I've seen rappers under stress start feeling pressured then they freeze.
-And develop into people that they never wished to be.

-I got, veins in my eyes. I got, blood in my throat.
-I got, pain in my mind from the stuff that I wrote.
-I've got, 99 problems and they're all made up.
-I dropped this song hella late I'm glad that y'all stayed up. Straight up.

HOOK:
-Like the old days, recording up past 6.
-Other rappers pumping tracks slower than molasses.
-So if there's anybody asking who run that shit.
-You tell them BKnitts baby AKA the comeback kid. Preach.