Stats

Statistically, I'm lost, gotta think to stay alive

None of y'all could pay the cost that I paid to save my mind

Step outside, I feel the frost, but it's targeting my eyes

Now I cannot see a thing, how you got away with lies

Like I'm phoning Vex, he gon' help me with the stress

Life is too complex, sometimes I wish I could rest

Never take your word for shit, since you told me life is blessed

But since I cannot forget, I'll just reminisce the time

Maybe I'll go find a way so I don't end up in a grave

Before I reach the fucking age of twenty, bitch, I'm still nineteen

I'm running off of fucking steam, Vex gunning down right next to me

We locked in, lost the fucking key, it's crystal cove, I'm Mr. E