(Verse 1)
/Back... but I don’t know why/ Maybe for approval, maybe I’m the fall guy/ Maybe I’m the wrong guy, never be at all fly/ Maybe it’s a thing where I just like to watch my songs die/ Rest in peace, we never heard ye/ Another stillborn bred out of the Burg speak/ I like to think I’m dope, and my friends tell me so/ They also say to leave, that you’ll never let me blow/ All hail the floundering hero/ Turn my music up and turn it back down to zero/ / My flows ill, I cold chill, I know real, I sold pills/ I sold weed, I sold speed, and even I sold ski/ For brief periods, but some of ya copped from me/ Funny in high school you all nan even talked to me/ Now if we meet, you ask if I’m rappin’/ If you’re upset at me, you’re attacking my rappin'/ If you don’t understand it, you’re blastin my rappin'/ My entire life has collapsed into rappin’/ You ask about shows, ask where do I sing at?/ I bite my tongue not to say that I don’t sing, ass/ Shit makes me hate music/ The whole plot of it is just all consuming/ Used to be just to vent, now I need your approval/ Self esteem wasted, confined to be frugal/ Where would I be if I ain’t meet Flame/ Six years of this has been a lot to retain/ No fallback yet but come equipped with game/ A dot in the mire of the same ol’ same/

(Hook)
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Pistol kissed with mortars/