Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

I'm here alone inside of this broken home Hey mom, hey dad When did this end? Where did you lose your happiness? Who's right, who's wrong Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain's still there Holding on to a dream While she watches these walls

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

She say she wanna be my main bitch, ayy She say she ready to be famous, yah She say think ready for this life, yeah yeah I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me She say she wanna be my wife, yah You really

Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what, mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right, mama I love you This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child

Nailed inside my head, F*** this I don't need your s***, All the lies deceit and arrogance, Talk your s*** like my life is some kinda game, Like you f***in' know me, Just go far away and be small, Run far away and be small, Go lie in a hole and be small,

I can't remember feeling love like this in so long. I can't imagine living life without you by my side. Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry. All for you. It's so true, I'm all for you. I'm all for you. Last night I fell asleep, and I

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that

We The Best Music Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me Unless the said party is a rare breed The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me At this point now, rap is only therapy President Push, I'm more Eric B I ain't no joke, check out my melody