I feel so self conscious,
Why do i even wanna go ahead and make progress
Full of loose fests.
Never makin' it, that's it.
Pack up and leave
Never look back, just take the word of the voice that hurts all noise
Doesn't let you get to what hurts most.
A world that can't transgress,
Or a boy who can't progress.
Till i get to the page and give stress
That's how I go from homeless