My life just feels surreal like a Salvator Dali
People coming up to ask what I am on. Actually
I'm just high on life feeling great like Gatsby

Can't believe I'm here to be heard like actually
In the flesh in the press to my head here I go
Would've never guessed where I've been a year ago

A year ago my laptop broke and I quit this
A murderthon later murdered every song; hit listWhile you were getting head I was getting heads up
Everyone I met told me I just need to step up

It had me fronting. "$#&@ it I'm the next up!"
Yeah 'til I went and messed up
($#&@) $#&@ that made my chest hurt

Figured I should just quit cos it only gets worse
But it didn't I recovered and I never felt better
Standing with the talent rapping"This guy's a show stealer!" But I'm quietly modest

By the night I'm a savage and I write til the morning
Then it's sleep til the evening then I try to be Thomas
Wrote my verse like a novel I'm entirely honest

I'm a nice guy. My verse is sickest
No remorse if you're in it got a nerve and I hit it
Not allergic to winning but when serving my lyrics

If the crowd is too big I prefer to be in itI wrote a song at Christmas that never got released cos
I was close to suicide like I had lost my freedom
It was gonna be my last words I think I called it 'Free Lunch'

A white flag a '$#&@ it' before I unplugged me but
I couldn't take my life and I'm happy that I didn't
I imagine every night how it could be different

Never imagined it like this though all these blessing I keep getting
It's almost too much but I'm thankfulWhile you were getting head I was getting heads up
Everyone I met told me I just need to step up

So I stepped up"I've had sleepless nights filled with senseless fights"