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Give me your hand and we'll make it, I swear Through all my regrets, we'll see through the end Now lend me your favor, your strength I can't waver We'll do this my friend, we'll see through the end All that's jumbled in my head, wishing I'd end up dead I wish I could force out these curses and put em to paper instead Reason I carry this pen, all this time I've been fucked up, locked up Thinking I'd get what I get, giving out dividends Money felt infinite, felt I could buy my way making a friend Only I can't, it's these people I don't get Wishing and wanting and full of regrets Blundering words, and they humble a mess And their eyes are all filled with an endless attempt But I struggle to understand just what it meant Took me loving and losing and loving again I found trouble again, it's all under the bridge So I'm crossing the river to move on with my friends so Give me your hand and we'll make it, I swear Through all our regrets, we'll see through the end It's heat from your fire, your endless desire We'll do this my friend, we'll get through the end Don't know what I want from a world full of endless intention Somebody give me attention, learning my lesson Felt I got pressed by my endless obsession Left with an impression, left all my memories in the dispensary I think that might be something I didn't mention My weapon's this pencil, I don't need a wesson How else am I climbing my way to ascension? How else am I finding my balance? Managing all that I can attain, keeping me humble While bragging my talents? Trapped in a cabernet, shivering hands And I know I can't handle my chalice I'm stuck in my habits Imagine a palace, I love looking lavish High in the room, so I'm feeling like Travis to ward off the malice, can't handle the baggage alone Give me your hand, we'll make it, I swear Through all our regrets will see through the end So take up my hand, there's no saying we can't Through life and our death, we'll see through the end Thought I was destined to give Thought I was destined for anything handy My family made me the way that I am And I can't understand why they say they can't stand me They made me ambitious, said 'go a Grammy' Or a doctor, or an astronaut, like plan C or Plan B My envy, my jealousy, they try to upend me They won't see the ending, they see how I'm standing I'm standing too tall, I'm too far from the ground If I get high enough, I promise they'll never look down at me Probably honestly, I don't really know if my option is Modesty, I'm commonly swallowing problems from colonies Shockingly, giving a dime for my thoughts And I'm living in poverty, living in debt No regrets and they're watching, feel like the world's revolving around me, Ptolemy