[Verse 1]These are the easiest to write but the hardest to singGot everything I’d ever need, I can’t be wanting a thingBut to be honest, I could really use that car or a ringAnd I’ve got some clout, but I can’t stop till I’m a star or a kingI want my mom to know I’ve got a stable job, but I thinkThat I’m underwater with these expectations watching me sinkCan’t escape it in their eyes, it’s like they’re watching me blinkBut I don’t know how many dollars that this song's gonna bringI wish my numbers were a bit biggerI wish my girl was just a bit thicker, I wish that I was just a bit richerShort cut, a bit quickerYou only look at photos on a iPhone, like how could you see a big picture?See, me and you, we got some backwards prioritiesYou tryna smash through the past up in your frat or sororityI’m tryna master my craft, fuck that whole trap into normalcyIt’s boring me, all I need is a lack of authorityAnd fuck the majority, got me feeling alienatedSongs so out of this world, people claim that aliens made 'em'Cause maybe I’m crazy, but please don’t blame me, hate me, just listenLiving a dream’s fucking with my circadian rhythmSo, yeah[Chorus]Oh hi to the secrets of my lifeWhen they get to talking, I just see it's alrightI'm like oh hi to the secrets of my lifeOh, yeahI just wanna make a millionBut I keep falling victim to opinions, yeahI wanna stack it upThey wanna see me packing up, yeah[Verse 2]They don’t want me to go on a trap beatThey just want me to go to the backstreetsSelling rap beefs for some fast cheese, it’s past meWanna steer the wheel, but I’m still stuck up in the backseatI feel like I’m being driven by all my passengersI imagine a Tesla, but really I’m in the AcuraAll I ever wanted, but fuck, I know I don’t have enoughGot me mad as fuck when I add it up, like I brag for what?Say they can’t understand but say that I don’t rap fast enoughI been crafting these tracks like, what will actually grasp enough?Had to take step back, realize who I’m rapping forWho I’m mining my passion for, who the fuck’s really counting scoreI do this shit for myself, I don’t need anyone else, then I’m aloneThen no one’s calling my phone, then I’ll be calling for help with no one aroundI might fall and make a sound, but no one hears it till I drownTill my body hit the ground, till they walk me into town, like, "Look who the fuck that we found"Yeah[Chorus]Oh hi to the secrets of my lifeWhen they get to talking, I just see it's alrightI'm like oh hi to the secrets of my lifeOh, yeahI just wanna make a millionBut I keep falling victim to opinions, yeahI wanna stack it upThey wanna see me packing up, yeah
