To Whom It May Concern

I broke the law in Madrid, and I'd do it again

I got a bitch in every city that I ever been

I thought the money would do something for the sadness in

Me but I'm deeper in the abyss than I've ever been

I've got two million other tracks, that all sound like this

So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit

But really I could give a fuck when anybody miss

I'm too chaotic, and the music is gon' reflect that shit

You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it, oh

I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic

I'll keep my promise, but know that I'm still being honest

The help I need ain't coming

Now I'm pushing a button, to self-destruct me

And no, I don't wanna talk about it

I'll never take you up on your offer of trying to help me out of it

It's just a matter of time

Until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it

This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry

This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry

You can't get too close to me

You can't get too close to me

You can't get too close to me

I'll never be the "me" in your dream

I'm not sorry

This is the end for me

This is the end for me

This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run

I'm not sorry

You can't get too close to me

I'll never be the "me" in your dream

I'm not sorry

This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run

I'm not sorry

You can't get too close to me (yeah)

You can't get too close to me