I ain't been happy in a minute, if I'm honest
Think the pops is losing conscious
Barely focused on the topic
Neck in pain is to the chronic
Dressing fame as too psychotic
Bless my name, I'm a neurotic
Get my chain, go deposit if I get there
Family arguments, like "Oh, you really went there"
Shit, I really been scared
Stressed and put to test, I'm losing ten hairs
I'm depressed, never the less, I never speak, enough has been shared
I don't feel like I have been enough to really get cared for
Talk to me, I talk to gods in prayer form
At the cemetery, "What the hell you there for"
Cos' I know where I belong
I'm trying things before I'm gone
Got little time to move along
And little time to make this song

Ay, ay, ay, ay

You gotta find another reason
Mentally, you're hurting and you're bleeding
You gotta find another reason (list of the whispers)
Mentally, you're hurting and you're bleeding (listen to the whispers)

Doesn't this come as a complete surprise
I mean, I heard all the reviews about PROLIFIC
They said so many terrible things
They said they were embarrassed for him
That he lost his way
That he wasn't worth listening
I hope all you critics, and hatin' ass **** learn from this
This is a teachable moment
Shut the fuck up, forever