All my darkest thoughts have risen from their queue
If I let them in I'll never let them leave
I've been talking to you trying to make ends meet
If I scream it louder will you answer me
I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning
Why won't you save me
I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning
Why won't you save me
Dark thoughts creeping in the night time
Calling up my mama thats my life line
Feel like I aint never made it my time
But its my time
And its my shine
I been watching all the plays from the sidelines
And I just can't be afraid when its primetime
I'm an artist I dont stay inside the guidelines
They aint like by my face but behind blind shades
They'll praise what this pen do
Everything I say's what I can do
You could never take what I been through
You bitches'll break what I bend through
And you, only make the drive harder
Pray to my father, for divine armor
Cuz its high waters, you know what the sound is
Sauceville ten toes down to the ground when I'm drowning
I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning
Why won't you save me
I'm drowning I'm drowning I'm drowning
Why won't you save me
Yeah
Praise to the most fly
Raise a toast to the ones who hate me most I
Dedicated bout everything if I ever make it
I'ma take it to another level tell em heavens waiting
Hell of a year, hell of a ride
This is everything you wanted this is television time
This the moment you been praying on, aint it?
That's the telephone, aint it?
Why the hell is it ringing?
Pick it up answer the call but its lost words
Fall asleep right at the dream that you had conjured
Drop the ball, you aint swinging at the soft serve
You aint the dunk, you aint the God, you impostor
This shit was all yours
So you gon let it all burn
Never say another word
Man I used to look up to you
So what the hell you gon do
Man it's up to you
Man it's up to you
Why won't you save me
Why won't you save me
Why won't you save me
Why won't you save me
Seven years and seven months
That's how long I penned this song
That's how long it takes to make or break it's what I'm headed for
Now the razor blade can taste the vein that shit was sendin towards
Now the chase of fame can make the claim to whether pen or swords
Dead it more, dead end job
That is what you sent here for?
Hell to nah, fell from God
That's why you expected more
Now the song carry on
Smiling when the cameras on
But when that shit ain't blinking red you slip into the shell or form
Of everything you telephoned
All that you depended on
Everyday you prayed to make a banger never felt it once
So the only question left is what are you pretending for?
Everything you said in song embellishes your present form
Uh, so you gon let it all burn
You're 25, give it up, motherfucker
Uh, never say another word
You're 25, time is up, motherfucker
You're embarrassing yourself!
How long can you keep this up?
No one gives a fuck!
It is over!
You need to quit!