3am

I ain't myself in my darkest days

In my body, a passenger

I'm a young nigga, they say I'm wise like the old

Fuck? Am I living too fast or something?

Young moose with the shovel, I'm digging my hole

What's the point of this, don't know what's the goal

Got green in my body, only thing make me go

Smoking this phantom, I feel like a ghost

It's hard to keep trying when I wanna quit

But I got the tools on my belt, so I feel equipped

Weight got too heavy, it be hard to lift

Left me on the hangar like over the cliff