[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ravil Melling[00:09.80]She was my bank of insecurities[00:12.40]I was a bag of immaturity[00:14.89]She was the Vicodin curing me[00:16.74]Yo,why do I make this **** sound like a eulogy[00:20.00]They were the badges of my purity[00:22.30]But they became the barriers skewing me[00:24.95]From the path that I chose willingly[00:27.31]And still my wrath weakens me currently[00:29.66]But I've got a goal,so I can't waste time[00:32.24]Man I've got to go,crossing obstacles[00:34.72]Not for profits,or products from a Prada store[00:37.26]Nor pride,or a prize like a pot of gold[00:39.79]My daddy went to Oxford[00:42.23]He made a lot of money[00:44.79]He thinks I've used him for it[00:47.26]That's what he's told my mommy[00:49.97]And that's what mommy told me[00:51.12]When I told her that I'm leaving to America Pursuing my dreams[00:54.11]Your son's a demon[00:55.45]But I ain't mad at y'all,we're incompatible[00:57.73]Choking on the adderall,smoking ****,the grass is tall[01:00.18]Weaponized delusion 'til the truth is hard to recognize[01:02.69]Spinning it out of control[01:03.90]Beholden to this web of lies[01:05.55]Peter Parker picked the path,now pay the toll[01:07.44]Paint a proper picture packaged by the promise in a soul[01:09.88]Pat the pockets,pack the bowl,then back to practicing,to grow[01:12.43]The passion acting like it's rationed,that's a tad irrational[01:14.99]But that's the goal[01:16.22]In fact it's half the actual,battle,get up,rattle off[01:18.82]A billion little addled thoughts till it's over[01:22.59]Make a spot to wind down,break it off of right now[01:25.00]And get closer[01:27.48]To building bridges from the bricks of the decisions that exist[01:29.95]But it's no sure[01:32.90]Things sing songs about the same dreams long before we came[01:35.56]Seems all these labels playing with the psyche[01:37.87]The fortitude that's forged is due to facing the unlikely[01:40.75]****,I don't even know what that means[01:44.03]Yeah,that's all I got to say