Ok, hey, my room is dim
Holla writer, sad songs in my loony bin
No one's gonna pull me in, no one's truly been a friend
Then this hip hop'maybe if I hit a few trees
I wouldn't be depressed for like 52 weeks
I ain't no mathematician but after sitting in my room and always having to envision
Half of you who laugh and brew and ask me to diminish and quit
And you wish that my ass would do the dishes
I be flashing through the class, have to prove the teachers
That I'm happy and my attitude is leisure
Fuck growing up, dab and ditch the beater
Man, damn, why you ask to use the bleachers?
When the stage is up but I paid enough 
Hope you feel my pain when I'm laughing through your speakers
They say I'm falling, can you please let me go, go, go, go?
They say I'm alright but I think I'm gonna fall, fall, fall
Life is short but the days are long, long, so long
And if I'm singing then this must be a song
If you feel me, sing along
The passion is progression but progress ain't always a good pro
I'm sorry, I should not that every single party I been to
Is like a zombie watch alcoholic ambiance 
Probably blame my mommy on and on and on, it sticks
All I do is whine and kick signing bitches tits
After retirement I finally chose to quit
I'm not that bad guy I make myself out to begin with
Out of my wits I shout at the moon
And I be goddamned if you find me out of my room
I'm hotter than blue, I'm not in the mood to be sad
Come on, what has gotten to you?
Thankfully I gain some speed and aimed to be a role model
But so far I'm in an old car with a globe trotter
No sign of flashes but the flashbacks 
But I'm ok, I'm gonna take a few cracks at
They say I'm falling, can you please let me go, go, go, go?
They say I'm alright but I think I'm gonna fall, fall, fall
Life is short but the days are long, long, so long
And if I'm singing then this must be a song
If you feel me, sing along