I drive with no direction, i just slam tha pedal down/
The only thing i seem to know is i dont wanna settle down/
fuck, im sick of hearin that i need a college degree/
What if books and numbers arent important knowledge to me?/
People watched me plummet down, now im bout to plummet up/
"Carpe-diem" sieze tha day, thats tha way i'll sum it up/
I been sleepin through tha days, its like im livin second shift/
But now im peepin thru tha haze, a force to be reckoned with/
I was blessed with happiness during my very first stages/
But my adolescent years turned out to be my worst ages/
My thirst rages, what tha fuck, i havent quenched it yet/
I wake up with fists clenched, fuckin drenched wit sweat/
Sick-of-lyin, sick-of-cryin, sick-of-livin, sick-of-dyin/
Sick-of-sighin, sick-of-tryin, sick-of-givin, sick-of-buyin/
Theres no denyin tha pain, im seein clouds and thunder/
I'll prolly die in tha rain, cuz im to proud to wonder/
What this life could be like, if i can ever find a purpose/
If i peel my skin-back, what tha fucks behind tha surface?/
Im stuck and blind and worthless, need some vision and control/
Plus a mind that can make tha right decisions, maybe even a soul/
Thats pure and secure, and always full of good intentions/
Not unsure and immature, full of 'thoughts' i shouldnt mention..
The only thing i seem to know is i dont wanna settle down/
fuck, im sick of hearin that i need a college degree/
What if books and numbers arent important knowledge to me?/
People watched me plummet down, now im bout to plummet up/
"Carpe-diem" sieze tha day, thats tha way i'll sum it up/
I been sleepin through tha days, its like im livin second shift/
But now im peepin thru tha haze, a force to be reckoned with/
I was blessed with happiness during my very first stages/
But my adolescent years turned out to be my worst ages/
My thirst rages, what tha fuck, i havent quenched it yet/
I wake up with fists clenched, fuckin drenched wit sweat/
Sick-of-lyin, sick-of-cryin, sick-of-livin, sick-of-dyin/
Sick-of-sighin, sick-of-tryin, sick-of-givin, sick-of-buyin/
Theres no denyin tha pain, im seein clouds and thunder/
I'll prolly die in tha rain, cuz im to proud to wonder/
What this life could be like, if i can ever find a purpose/
If i peel my skin-back, what tha fucks behind tha surface?/
Im stuck and blind and worthless, need some vision and control/
Plus a mind that can make tha right decisions, maybe even a soul/
Thats pure and secure, and always full of good intentions/
Not unsure and immature, full of 'thoughts' i shouldnt mention..