

I don't love who I am so I'm workin on a fix
I don't need a bytch trying to tear my mind on my grip
If I had one wish it'd be to have more wishes, duh
fukk tryna make it rhyme throwin stones, with your bytch ass
Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone
Alone I'll be, heart of a lion still shining in this sucka ass
Work it, work it, work it, for inner peace
Fightin for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech
Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin on so many pills
Hah, they figured that they knowin me
