Upside

Yeah, been a long road, yeah, it's been a long time, remember I was twelve when I wrote my first rhyme
Living in hell inside of my mind, outside, don't know the feelings I hide
Then I got older, start to make songs, feelings got colder, jot in my palms
Teacher don't know the weight of mind, turn in my folder start of grade nine
Wish I could've done it back in grade six, outside feel dark, but I'ma make hits
Sold my time, was time to take risks, trade in my flesh to flash out my wrist
Hit up that studio the first time, didn't know then I'd take about
Five-hundred more 'till I put out a song and Artesia was born, but that just was the start
One of those studios made a few hits, one of them kept me from being homeless
But then I turned a new page of my life and was tired of waiting, I wanted to fly
Flying meant lose a homie, Nandina, flying meant lose another, I see ya'
Flying meant honestly, I shouldn't be here, never tried it myself, but hell did that reaper
Broken car, a broken heart, a broken promise didn't make me stop
Broke feels, oh, so long ago, but just wrote my check to write me off
Spent about twenty-thousand on the tour, independently, I ain't got it offshore
Bank account been froze like four months in, but I know y'all got the boy

Don't wanna follow, I can feel tomorrow
Closing that door again
Can feel the sorrow, lost inside tomorrow
Where does the start begin?
But I'm on the
Upside at the wrong time
Outside is on fire
Don't wanna follow, I can feel tomorrow