3:55 AM I'm still in my house
Don't know how I even find the words to let out my mouth
Writing every song a day
I do 100 in 100
I ain't frontin this the only thing I know an I love it
I've had some rough days
I almost crashed down
I don't know how imma do it but imma make it out
Trapped in this dark hole
A bottomless abyss
I keep fallin I don't even know how I could trip
I'm getting used to it though
Don't thing it will get much worse
I had some people tell me they done popped some pills and it worked
I went and tried it, put myself even deeper than where I started
I don't understand I guess it's just the Struggles of an Artist
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
I went and lost friends, most of them were fake
I'm scared to fall in love, until my dying day
I tried to end it all and take the pain away
But I just end up right back doing the same old shit
Plus I done put in all of this work
Just tryna find out about me
Throughout every single one of these drums
I still don't understand my own beat
I like to act like I'm okay, so addicted to the pain
I don't know what else I should say
Writers block bitchhhh
But bitch I'm the man in my city
Ain't nobody else you heard of that's holding it down
F*ck it I do what I wanna where I wanna ain't nobody who be stopping me now
Bitch I'm a prince, maybe a king, more like a God
Oh my God, I don't really give a f*ck I'm out here doing what I want
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
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3:55 AM I'm still in my house
Don't know how I even find the words to let out my mouth
Writing every song a day
I do 100 in 100
I ain't frontin this the only thing I know an I love it
I've had some rough days
I almost crashed down
I don't know how imma do it but imma make it out
Trapped in this dark hole
A bottomless abyss
I keep fallin I don't even know how I could trip
I'm getting used to it though
Don't thing it will get much worse
I had some people tell me they done popped some pills and it worked
I went and tried it, put myself even deeper than where I started
I don't understand I guess it's just the Struggles of an Artist
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
I went and lost friends, most of them were fake
I'm scared to fall in love, until my dying day
I tried to end it all and take the pain away
But I just end up right back doing the same old shit
Plus I done put in all of this work
Just tryna find out about me
Throughout every single one of these drums
I still don't understand my own beat
I like to act like I'm okay, so addicted to the pain
I don't know what else I should say
Writers block bitchhhh
But bitch I'm the man in my city
Ain't nobody else you heard of that's holding it down
F*ck it I do what I wanna where I wanna ain't nobody who be stopping me now
Bitch I'm a prince, maybe a king, more like a God
Oh my God, I don't really give a f*ck I'm out here doing what I want
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
Don't know how I even find the words to let out my mouth
Writing every song a day
I do 100 in 100
I ain't frontin this the only thing I know an I love it
I've had some rough days
I almost crashed down
I don't know how imma do it but imma make it out
Trapped in this dark hole
A bottomless abyss
I keep fallin I don't even know how I could trip
I'm getting used to it though
Don't thing it will get much worse
I had some people tell me they done popped some pills and it worked
I went and tried it, put myself even deeper than where I started
I don't understand I guess it's just the Struggles of an Artist
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
I went and lost friends, most of them were fake
I'm scared to fall in love, until my dying day
I tried to end it all and take the pain away
But I just end up right back doing the same old shit
Plus I done put in all of this work
Just tryna find out about me
Throughout every single one of these drums
I still don't understand my own beat
I like to act like I'm okay, so addicted to the pain
I don't know what else I should say
Writers block bitchhhh
But bitch I'm the man in my city
Ain't nobody else you heard of that's holding it down
F*ck it I do what I wanna where I wanna ain't nobody who be stopping me now
Bitch I'm a prince, maybe a king, more like a God
Oh my God, I don't really give a f*ck I'm out here doing what I want
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started
Hating everything I do, used to being heartless
Slowly breaking down, destination ground
Do it all again until I make it out my town
Writer: Nicholas Lorenzo
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