HFLD

Will I make it I don't know but I'm striving The thing that's on my mind is surviving Can't let em get close they keep lying They want me tripped up stop trying I fade away by myself sometimes I hate feeling like dying Hit the road with a bag rolled up I'm fine Feeling like flying And when it's done then it's done I guess Real deal I evolve each test Can't chill did it all no vest New page stand tall what's next Aye I hit the road with a bag rolled up I'm fine