| I start to feel like I’m waist deep |
| In this crazy life I live |
| I get so mad, wish I could go back |
| To a simpler time than this |
| Life has gotta be a comedy skit |
| I’m trying to laugh at it, but must admit it got me a bit |
| Went from living with a beautiful woman that used to ride for me |
| To riding by myself in this cold unbearable odyssey |
| I, started thinking it wasn’t really all that bad |
| Until I got too cocky and caught a charge in back lash |
| Now I’m potentially facing the penitentiary |
| And all I do is stress |
| And it triggers the methamphetamine addiction |
| I’m sorry for whatever happens |
| I’m trying to get some help for myself but it’s never lasted |
| I, swear to God if it wasn’t for fucking rapping |
| And the music I would probably use til I hit the casket |
| How the hell do you manifest in my life |
| Make it beautiful and strip it away in a single night |
| I’ll bounce back, love you forever |
| It’s time for me to do all that I can to be somebody and do better |
| I start to feel like I’m waist deep |
| In this crazy life I live |
| I get so mad, wish I could go back |
| To a simpler time than this |
| May-may-may-maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| May-may-may-maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| I’m getting older, and I really start to notice it |
| I’m still living at home and supposed to be grown or owning shit |
| My argument was always time |
| For the reason I couldn’t hold down a job |
| And expect to live off the rhymes |
| That sounds ironic thinking back at it now |
| And still I do nothing about it, kick a rap, put it down |
| That’s good enough for me, until I’m broke as fuck |
| That’s when I panic to the point that I’m manic and get to choking up |
| This wasn’t how it was supposed to be |
| I’m overly ecstatic for the future I vision and live it hopefully |
| Cause all I wanted was my family to know |
| That I’m eternally grateful to have a chance for me to blow |
| I’m living as if every single day is like a final shot |
| Presently aware of every moment to defy the clock |
| And high or not, I’m still expressing gratitude |
| And still making an effort to new and improve my attitude |
| I start to feel like I’m waist deep |
| In this crazy life I live |
| I get so mad, wish I could go back |
| To a simpler time than this |
| May-may-may-maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| May-may-may-maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| I start to feel like I’m waist deep |
| In this crazy life I live |
| I get so mad, wish I could go back |
| To a simpler time than this |
| Maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |
| Maybe one day |