For Who Knows

[Hook]
This is for who..
This is for who knows
This is for who knows..
This is for who

[Verse 1]
Honestly
It should have have been me
I packed my bags, I hit the streets
I ran away, I need release
I look around, you’re all I see
I asked before, but why’d you leave?
Still like to think you’re calling me
But my phone is dead and I just don’t see
And your time ain’t up, you’ll be released
But no
That ain’t it
And now the clouds are raining
I walk around so aimless
Like all my targets fading
Uh
But you got me, that’s all I need
I swear to god I’ll make it!
Unless I don’t, I might just choke
Die alone and nameless
Like
I can’t go broke if I’m famous
Right
Want the smoke, I’m already
High
Swear that I missed this
Trade a good girl for a handful of bitches
Trade in my soul for the riches
You better mind yours
When I handle my business
That’s word to Will Smith, get this
I don’t wanna fuck with a mistress
Bout to go dumb, like who is this
Feeling like I got three wishes

[Verse 2]
I know you had a dream we were famous, right
I know your mom and dad didn’t make it
Like
I know reality
Kind of really seems
Like every little thing is made to fight
And break you down
But lift your crown
You’ll make it now
We’ll make it out
I still hope
But I’m not sure how
I can’t even tell when I talk to myself!
Everything’s changing
Mind rearranging
Used to the same things
Why am I breaking
Struggle ain’t new
We’re on a first name basis
Six years gone
In the land of salvation and sin
I was sick of the cycle i was in
But now I don’t move at all
Like my wheels just won’t spin
Like the man I could have been
Stranded in the sea, never learned how to swim
I’m regressing again
Struggling, grappling with the reality I’m in
I’m not sure what’s important
My mortality, my morality, just being a good friend
I’m stressed but I’m open
To any advice you can give
Cus I’m on the wrong path
Drinking and I’m smoking
I’m cheating cus I’m broken
Another excuse
My god
Can’t fail if I’m frozen
Nah
Working like I’m made for this shit
But no time off
Where’s an end to my shift
Looking in the barrel
Like an endless abyss
Can’t think for myself
Got strings on my wrists
Can’t ask for help
My shoulders too chipped
Guess I’m on my own
Guess I always kinda been
Waiting on a throne
I’m not another “coulda been”
I think my time is coming now
I’m looking to the end