Struggles of an Artist Lyrics

3:55 AM I'm still in my house

Don't know how I even find the words to let out my mouth

Writing every song a day

I do 100 in 100

I ain't frontin this the only thing I know an I love it

I've had some rough days

I almost crashed down

I don't know how imma do it but imma make it out

Trapped in this dark hole

A bottomless abyss

I keep fallin I don't even know how I could trip

I'm getting used to it though

Don't thing it will get much worse

I had some people tell me they done popped some pills and it worked

I went and tried it, put myself even deeper than where I started

I don't understand I guess it's just the Struggles of an Artist

The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started

Hating everything I do, used to being heartless

Slowly breaking down, destination ground

Do it all again until I make it out my town

The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started

Hating everything I do, used to being heartless

Slowly breaking down, destination ground

Do it all again until I make it out my town

I went and lost friends, most of them were fake

I'm scared to fall in love, until my dying day

I tried to end it all and take the pain away

But I just end up right back doing the same old shit

Plus I done put in all of this work

Just tryna find out about me

Throughout every single one of these drums

I still don't understand my own beat

I like to act like I'm okay, so addicted to the pain

I don't know what else I should say

Writers block bitchhhh

But bitch I'm the man in my city

Ain't nobody else you heard of that's holding it down

Fuck it I do what I wanna where I wanna ain't nobody who be stopping me now

Bitch I'm a prince, maybe a king, more like a God

Oh my God, I don't really give a fuck I'm out here doing what I want

The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started

Hating everything I do, used to being heartless

Slowly breaking down, destination ground

Do it all again until I make it out my town

The Struggles of an Artist, back to where I started

Hating everything I do, used to being heartless

Slowly breaking down, destination ground

Do it all again until I make it out my town