WRONG

Voices in my mind keep saying I am wrong, they raised a good child and now I am dope

Chasing my dreams have been pushing me away, asking myself if I should stop on this chase

Voices in my mind keep saying I am wrong, they raised a good child and now I am dope

Chasing my dreams have been pushing me away, asking myself if I should stop on this chase

And if stop it won't make no sense, I won't achieve what I promise myself

To buy my momma a house and a Mercedes Benz, but if I keep I could end up dead

Poppin' pills maybe I feel a bit emotionally stable, this was not me I only wanted to be successful

Felt on the dark and I realized that was stressful, what save my life was writing songs alone in my bedroom

Dark nights bright days trying to overcome these fears, my pillows wet after drying too much tears

I just wish I could go back when I was only 15 years