I woke up with 50 new followers
That’s 50 new people that wanna follow us
Failure has never been an option, kid
And that’s why we gotta live the opposite, yeah
And I’m always on go
There’s an image that I’m selling to them
And it’s all sold, so, the price is getting paid
No doubt, so it’s a double meaning when I say
It’s sold out, yeah
Ok we winning over here
Team all happy we grinning over here
Became Jack LaLanne when they handed me the fruits
But now I’m Tupac cause they drinking that juice
I’m fiending for the trophies, awards,
That validation has got me going hard, lawd
And with all the many things in life
We will win by any means

Look at him, I don’t see much when I look at him
He don’t even know that he look bad
All of this can’t be took back, wait
Take a look at this mess you made
Being this fake in a stressful state
You may be at a successful pace
But you gotta go to sleep with a chest
Full of hate
What’s even the reason?
Nobody really believes it
It’s sad that it’s even this easy
For you to be false and greasy
Change your vibe or you’re gonna regret
It’ll fall apart and I can promise that
And when you lose it all you won’t find it back
And the downfall’ll be hard to grasp like

Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe he’s right
Maybe this guy sleeps fine at night
I guess I don’t really know shit
Even though his shit is shit
He’s turning out fine
Look at that turd shine

Damn man I hate being mad fake
Just trying to get that cheese inside this rat race
And I ain’t who I claim to be
Or who I’ve turned out to be
Let’s think about it
But I’ve gone too far to make a stink about it
I play the role and act without my soul attached
But if you do look back you’ll get to wink about me
I’m at the end of my rope
I’ve hit the brink profoundly

Nectarine peels
Make me wanna reveal
All the terrible things about you
Oh oh
Nectarine peels make me
Wanna be real
So if I call you I'll call you a peach

Yo at the end of the beat
I think it would sound better if it was
Just piano