Allright lets pretend I never picked up a pen. Lets pretend things would have been no different. Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation. Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind. You’re never gonna make it, makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win. Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends. Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend and it wasn’t time to move and schools were changing again. He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid. He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit. And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit. Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium bitch, you won’t amount to shit quit daydreaming kid. You need to get your cranium checked, you thinking like an alien it just ain’t realistic. Now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this shit and there was no one he could even aim when he’s pissed it. And his alarm went off to wake him off but he didn’t make it to the rap Olympics. Slept through his plane and he missed it. He’s gon’ have a hard time explaining. Cuz he never risked shit. He hopes and he wished it but it didn’t fall in his lap so he ain’t even here. He pretends that:


Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now.


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