作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich
 作曲 : Mike Scianna
Blocka da  blanca,
My lips get sunk in that water
Gallons I drank up
And still see no way forward
Aim my peripheral
Social skills were feral
Kid was a vegetable,
Let the grown man tell you
Never sell your knowledge,
Keep all your promises
It takes a nap to get lapped
The game too dominant
Plunder my coffin
These dumber thoughts we do get caught in
Like, why do something
against a wise precaution?
Run like absolvent
Im still absorbing lights in my orbit
Face in the faucett,
it got tight like a baroc corsette
No slack, get no endorsement
React, in due accodorance
We rack until we at those
5 star Menu 4th courses
It shows how time change
We got older,
the people I used to hang with
The exact same
Same old toyota, same conversation
Same spot we use to hang out
Its like time stood still
I cant stand that thought
I cant stand that thought
Mind on a drout for answers
Shit got me locked up
Inside my stanza
Disrupted my inner sense
Deceptive actions took away
That same  innocence
Felt like mind  impotence
Thought I lost my touch, lost my quench
But with time it faded nonetheless, bless
If we  really get honest,
I find most niggas whack
See the problem with these new types
Is their focus aint rap
N If I  really am honest,
Im still not on track
Plus when fans come up to me I still dont know how to react
I guess
All that love n support
for this shit I call sport
Got me under pressure
To get my high score
Too many mistakes
Too many times I locked my brakes
Too many dictates
by other fools who had no stakes
I hesitate to show hesitation
Most rappers do formulas
In my opinion its a sign
of y'all desperation
Frustration
I cant stand that feel
I cant stand that feel
Mind on a drout for answers
Shit got me locked up
Inside my stanza