With my hood up, like if took it off it would reveal that I'm dead
Depression and obsession, it runs on forever
Stop tryna talk with me, please it's making my head hurt
I have to spit it slow, so that it's like I'm talking to them
No i have to spit it fast so that the beat got rhythm
But basically I'm saying I might be an outcast, and if they listen to my latest tracks they might get a good laugh
But living in this outcome, it's been the root of my music
And if you don't like it, then... Move it