Tightrope

Walking on a tightrope, running out of air

Hoping that I don't choke, I prefer the stairs

Something to hold on to that'll make me less scared

No one there to teach me the way, this ain't fair

This is serious, not a game, it's not truth or dare

In the future, I wanna roll up my weed, have no cares

But I got too many worries and struggles to balance

It's a juggling act, I just want my pockets to be fat

Gotta save up and stack, but you can't cheap out on your dream

Put this music shit first, call me selfish, I am a fiend