Exit

I wanna leave, quit, tell me what I'll miss
Bottom of the well to the middle of the pit
Raise your hand, fist, trying to exist
I have never felt anything, it's how it is
I'm dead, bitch, hang out at the crypt
Let it fall apart like a corpse in a ditch, yeah
Hell, sixth, cult be the filth
I bet no one knows how we felt, it's what it is
I can't switch, that's just how I live
I got what they want and I done did what they did
Yeah, they soft, quilt, acting like they real
Fake chains, fake fame, faker than your bitch face
Big bank, tell me what's the deal
Flippin' every steal, making music when I heal
And a big thanks to everyone who's here
Believe in my dreams, til I reach a fucking mil