Broadway Exit

Look
On that interstate I'm reaching 85
Every single thought inside my head is suicide
There's a storm inside my heart not unified
Terrified, 'cause I know this shit not dignified
Now my

Hand's shakin', mind vacant, I'm tearing up
Knowing that this broadway exit right here, yeah, that's coming up
This the spot that I had planned to finally kill myself
A simple turn into a pole to finally heal myself

Selfishly I thought this was the only way to go
When you hit a certain low, you get to blamin' those
Who never held yo' hand or tried to hoist you on the boat
So oftentimes that kid slips and then he's left to hope

Those few coping skills he got will help him stay afloat
But there's a hidden weight that's wrapped around his upper throat
He can't communicate, he's begging someone stop the boat
He's so afraid he doesn't realize that he's near the coast

So instead of swimming back, he just keeps moving forward
Ignorant to every wave, each single one a scorcher
In his mind he thought this torture would just make him stronger
But the water getting thicker and it's growing taller

Boutta hit that final breathe
No energy, but he gotta tread
This last hope tryna catch the boat
Swim fast now with that last thread

Backtrack lack in his head
If he swap routes, then he's better dead
Feet about turned now into lead
All the water 'round now turning red

Yeah, this the story stuck inside my head, it's everlasting
'Bout this kid who drowned himself emotions, what he masking
Couldn't face his problems, so them motherfuckers stacking
This the shit that happens when depression catch you lackin'

Now I'm back inside the whip wit' music blasting
On the night I'm tryna get the Civic crashin'
Hungry for some blood, I been mosquito fasting
If I execute it well, I won't be standing

But what the fuck would that accomplish
Label me as nothin' other than my own accomplice
I hit my exit ramp, I'm battling subconscious
This might be the final moment where I fade to darkness

And maybe I could fix it through my promise
Looking up to God, like, would I still be here, regardless
When it comes to my own life, why am I careless
Truly, just how long have I been living like I'm heartless

And of course, I get no answer back
I check the clock, two on the dot, I'm perfectly on track, yeah
I guess it's time to finish what I started
I see the spot I'm boutta turn into, and then I floor it

100 feet, 80 feet, devil street
In my mind, all these thoughts, yeah, they not complete
50 feet, 30 feet, devil street
On my way to end it all, in my own defeat