125 part 4 (finale)

dear lord

why do i feel how i feel?

i could move a thousand bundles of krills

i could hit the lottery for a mil

money no longer make me smile

it's wild

stress hurt like burying your first child

i'm really losin' my drive to do this music

if it don't happen after this

i'm through with it

twenty-five

still live at my mom's crib

two kids

ever heard that saying

so smart you're stupid"?