text: I dont want it to end yet, but I didnt begin yet
  I said youre just a fan, youre just not really a friend yet
  Something that Ive been said, practice makes perfect
  But Ill probably die tomorrow, tell me is it really worth it
  I can read the latest books, learn everything I need to
  But it seems theyll still look at me like a crook
  Im like, yeah Im pretty nice, yeah Im pretty much an asshole
  And they dont understand so it sounds hypocritical but fuck you
  And Im still the one the young niggas look up to
  Imagine what Id do if I was passionate as dudes
  Who only look around because theyre searching for the truth
  And Im still searching for a coupe, but only lurking in this booth
  And still more hazardous than you, still a casket fits my suit
  I wonder when my last breath is, life sucks but fuck
  Im really tired of imagining how death is
  And Earth is lame, waiting for the moment that Im blasting off
  I only go hard, I found out that you fags is soft
  Your sight is too limited to see my vision
  And you never listen so dont tell me OK just to pass me off