Talking to the Moon

I just got some stuff I need to take care of

Did a lot of shit that my mama wouldn't be proud of

My upbringing was rough, I sit and plan because I doubt y'alls

Everyone glamorize this life but it come with downfall

Take one step and fall under, who can I count on

Depression's not my only problem, envious but still my potna

Be proud of me and help me prosper, taking off like helicopters

We could be in jets too, see the plan I'm telling you

Here's a better view

Living dreams, popping champagne at the interview

I wanna see the better you, all my homies vetted you