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Yo The way that I look, could never even be a bit inconspicuous Though sometimes I find myself wishing it was different Lost my innocence surrounded by habitual hypocrites Who tried to take my gift and diminish it We all got some shit to fix Since a kid I was not really interested In the time pieces and dime pieces and rocks that were glistening I must've caught the bug late, something changed now I'm wanting that imminent But some days I must say, I'm still not convinced of it If there's no conversation to be had Promise we're not gonna make it to my pad Cause I still seek connection, I need direction Trying not to flame out and crash Seems you're afraid of who you see Don't chase a high, go and chase your dreams I know a fake smile when I see it, that feeling's make believe Do I stay or leave? Somewhere along the path I lost contact with who I was I don't know if it was music or drugs, it can't be Is there something you're tryna prove? For who? For what I hit the club and then I blew me some funds on a fantasy Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror and don't know who you are Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror and don't know who you are Yo, huh Loss of love will leave you with a hole you don't know what to do with And trouble brews when you try to fill it with something foolish But shit gets so fucking confusing, the next thing you know It's late on the strip and you're making 'em mix you another cup of numbness fluid I don't gotta re-up tonight, my cousin'll do it Feeling like Rio and Mike, I'm substance abusing Days pass, that sand in the hourglass ticks down fast Half the time I'm not even down to rap I laugh when you ask me whose crown is that? Like you don't know I've just been running from dreams I used to chase I got a routine that isn't great But I'll be back soon, please excuse the wait I had to leave, it's not a break Is it validation you seek in a pretty face? God, give me grace And give me light F*ck, I'm staying in tonight Somewhere along the path I lost contact with who I was I don't know if it was music or drugs, it can't be Is there something you're tryna prove? For who? For what I hit the stu' and let the two and the one command me Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror and don't know who you are Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror and don't know who you are I didn't want to walk back on that beach with all my fans there, you know Loser, everyone looking at Big Z, the loser, the has-been So...poof