ICL I don't care no more I'm up and out and gr Bo in my smoked at boring room my hair is shaking in my eyes dring my feet to hit the streets T night drive along the [ __ ] to lights I'm not grow it up I'm just SP it down and I stepped in line to walk them but [Applause] dead I put the rains on me and I'm feeling like a so dream so close to drowning but I don't mind I live inside this mental cave throw my emotions in the grave and H G I'm going throw it up I'm just fing now and I steep