Timeline

Back in the day

When I was a kid

I used to believe I was born to win

Just had to trust friendship

My dreams and all that shit from

Final fantasy

All the fairytales got into my trails

But it was a lie made for TV

Coca-cola dreams arizona kings

Deep web kinks raping memories

I wanted to be anything

Always something better than

All this shit that I became

My parents always did their best

Nice guys stay for last

So no one else to blame

I always think of suicide

But I take it off my mind

'Cause this shit is for the lame

Take me for a mad guy

Wrong step and I die

I'm just a player on this game

Punk rock shit, pop song hits

Disney movies, bad street weed

Pro-wrestling, sour taste drinks

Punchs on my face never used blings

Psone, tarantino flicks

Cops on my back, acid on my trip

Giving up on life, lethal weapon 3

Knifes on my mind get me outta here

What do I say?

I was raised with a tube

In front of my face

With cow & chiken and that dude

Red devil insane

That shit was dope

And I admit

I loved it

And everything

That was sick

I look back and I was

Living in the bay

Smoking all day

Running from the cops

Going to the docks

But it was okay

Going to the highway

Listening to shadowplay

Mist in my mind

Like sinatra in My Way

Get the fuck away

Gimme my pills

Painting all grey

Digging my grave

Dizzy in my wave

Living my days

This is my base

Ending my case

King of the hills

And working like slave