Tears of a Lost Artist

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Who am I anymore?

From all the awards and praise

To trying to be cool

Smoking and drinking

Then my cousin introduced me to this music shit

I was finally happy

Taking Metro rides for hours and hours just to hear a beat

Writing lyrics to instrumentals from an era and a coast foreign to me

But the doubt and need to try and fit in didn't disappear

And that's how the happiness died

Drinking went from trynna be koo to escaping and drowning out the noise

The world passed me by and I was too drunk and high to notice

Those are where the tears come from

I am the greatest but I don't feel like I am

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