I took my time I took down every light as if they were mine Our winds straight home I looked up every flight as if I could go somewhere And if I never have to look in your eyes it'd be fine And if I only wait to get out is to lose my mind I leave it someway or I leave it anywhere for you to find I took them bound I broke down every thought as if they were mine Our wind straight home I told my family to stay and I begged them not to follow And if I never have to go back inside it'd be fine And if I only wait to get out is to lose my mind I leave it someway or I leave it everywhere for you to find And I guess my time is fading now But I guess my time is against my own And I guess my pride is running out But I guess my pride is against my own And I guess my pride is running out But I guess my pride is against my own And I guess my time is fading now But I guess my time is against my own If I can take it away without a choice or a say If I can never see the sun out my window If I can call in my sleep if I can no longer sleep I'll say this quick to you I swear that I'll be, I swear that I'll be good If I was taken away before I knew who I was And I was given a name among your daughters and sons To be love just to love I think I heard that before But I love them I do it so to be loved some more I would've loved some more I thought I knew but I don't I thought I knew but I don't I don't know anything at all I thought I knew but I don't I thought I knew but I don't I don't know anything at all I thought I knew but I don't I thought I knew but I don't I don't know anything at all I thought I knew but I don't I thought I knew but I don't I don't know anything at all

It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew. I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain, Which filled me heart with longing for the lakes of Ponchartrain. I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun, I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again. All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain. I said, "Me pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good, If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood." "You're welcome here, kind stranger, from such sad thoughts refrain, For me Mammy welcomes strangers by the lakes of Ponchartrain. She took me into her Mammy's house, and treated me right well. The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell. To try and paint her beauty, Im sure twould be in vain, So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain. I asked her if she'd marry me. She said that ne'er could be For she had got a lover and he was far at sea. She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain Till he'd return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Ponchartrain. Its fare thee well, me Creole girl, I never may see you more. I'll neer forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.

Self, self-pity, self-self pity Why the fuck is everybody else giddy? I woke up and felt shitty Matter fact I've felt the same all week Let down on my last album on the shelf sitting And I think I might need, help getting out of bed Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a thread I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a album But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get obsessed Cause I hate what I write, say-say something tight I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record And if my second doesn't sell better than the last I'mma owe the record label cash So it's hard to relax and write raps I be losing concentration sometimes I look at what they sayin' online Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't respond I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home life To juggle ain't no free-time My manager callin' up, "what you got another deep song? What is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?" Not in the mood to write a weed song I'm sitting giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case I can have conversation with rappers I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a name Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me? But, on the other hand, people think I'm all famous I ain't as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is To get me on a record they are like it's too expensive just to pay me a G And I'm starting to feel guilty Cause I'm known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams So I'm watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' is tight But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life And it's all my fault... damn They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts online Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind Cause I hate rap Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time And they be swearing that they go so hard They don't really even say shit Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the speed You gotta make it make sense And did I mention that I really hate fake fans? I don't understand how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot That's how the shit works First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin This kinda shit hurts This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube Sayin' that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw) I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn