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Dark cloud, black sheep the odd man out
Rainy days are the lowest have no doubt
I have nothing to be proud of
An angel without a halo
I will never be a great mind like Plato
So let me unleash this payload, so I can make this bankroll
A loser with nostalgia, some bitter sweet memories
I'm not becoming violent I just adapted to the environment
I wonder what life would be like if my father lived to see retirement
Whoever said money ain't everything a hypocrite
I look back at my life and reminisce
All I see is green at the root of every problem
Hoping someone could help me solve em
But i never got a fairy god mother
I grew watching Timmy Turner wishing he was my brother
I didn't have nothing but some lint in my pocket
They say education is a ladder but I feel like it's a rocket
But these people are so toxic, so much negativity I can't block it
Driving me crazy to the point where I lost it
I'm loading this 33. Wishing the people would just let me be
Praying to god begging to be free, hoping one day I can be me
I lost the feeling in my art, I never knew my heart could get so dark
I'm on the edge and u telling me to jump
I wish I had a fairy god mother to wisk me away from this dump
I'm not even going to front im not going to lie I'm a young and Aint afraid to die
But I'm praying deep down inside that my dreams would take off and I could fly
