I finally did it, I guess they would call me an entrepreneur

They told me it's winning, congratulations, you ain't far with the herd

I'm finally living, empty room with a body of work

They tell me I'm on top of the world, well, the top of the world is quiet

It's deafening hearing the silence, lock the doors, and I'm in the asylum

Studio soundproof, so when I'm stressed, well, they can't hear me crying

Look at my son's eyes, and I smile back, so he can't see me frightened

Head down, so in they hands, so if you're scared of the future, they can't see me lying

You ever wanted something so bad, but you're already scared of the dying

You're already scared you could fail, so you don't want to face the failure or trial

'Cause nobody want to go down in peril, so you tell yourself that it's the timing

Soon as I get it all lined up, you go eyes wide to the failure, it's blinding

Feel like the—, feel like the—, feel like the walls are caving in

Feel like I'm lost, the game is rigged, it's not about art, it's pay to win

I just want to move up in the waiting list

Listen to it, no pause, it sounds rigid, if you hate it, then off me, make it quick

All of those lonely nights on the road

All of those no replies when I wrote a few messages, I opened my Q&O

Buried in social life, let it go

So don't tell me my TikTok could be better, I'm putting my fist right through the door

Bitch, I would die with this in my eighth mind

About to step in the light through the fake smiles

All the suffers of life in a taste vial

When success is a price

Always the penance to pay

But you pay the toll, you be set up for life

Take me back to the place where I met the mic

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