VERSE 1

Getting money is the object no job yet
Volunteering at a project
On the plus aint been shot yet
Filled with hot lead thankful I‘m not dead
Cried a few tears though grew fierce Yo
Dude here so broke thirty-two years old
Bruv the Rukas don‘t eat
But his homie so fat can‘t touch his own feet
Teeming with protein aint been in the cold scheming
For dough screaming for gold dreaming no meaning
Codeine and green smoke streaming from my eyes soul
Screaming no seeing ghosts though I know this demon
The one wicked hunter
They call him the hunger he‘s among ya
Not escaping poverty got this weight on top of me
But know my spot is waiting well probably

CHORUS

Sometimes I wonder
How to keep from going under
Where‘ d we go wrong?
Sometimes I wonder
Ain‘t growing any younger
Where‘ d we go wrong?

VERSE 2

I‘m Tryna get noticed and focus
On showbiz Yo this is hopeless
Rap don‘t concern you burn you
Rap till I turn blue cant earn loot
What I have to do mad rude attitude
Grabbing you slapping you black and blue
And though I know I can rap good
I been tagged good black booked mad look
Sick and tired of explaining to guys blatant
Complaining migraine in my brain quite straining
Until my life‘s changing pain in my eyes remaining
I aint paint a nice painting why? The skies raining
Calling to the captain
The motherfu the motherfucking captain I‘m trapped in my cabin
Life is a turbulent sea of uncertainties learnt to see
What lurks in the deep rise to the surface an breathe

CHORUS

Sometimes I wonder
How to keep from going under
Where‘ d we go wrong?
Sometimes I wonder
Ain‘t growing any younger
Where‘ d we go wrong?

VERSE 3

Can‘t forget my old flat dude
Bad roof leaking so bad that you
Would need hazard hats sleep at his flat
See massive rats I‘d shout I‘ve three cats relax
I‘d cheat taxicabs when hungry eat cheap pasta snacks
I couldn‘t afford free plastic bags
And that‘s what being broke is
When ya cold as old soldiers aches in both shoulders
Well I‘m a genius hell you can see this Relevant remixes
As seventeen pieces of elegant thesis
Yelling for Jesus developing seizures Helena Cheemer‘s
Foretold my coming Fortune teller from Phoenix
Get your pelican brief bitch
Hope your skeleton fits your dealing with telekinesis
What does that mean though
Is it part of the theme bro shit not even me know

CHORUS

Sometimes I wonder
How to keep from going under
Where‘ d we go wrong?
Sometimes I wonder
Ain‘t growing any younger
Where‘ d we go wrong?