Sure Thing

I got wounds on my back but Im healin,
Im lost in this world I donno what real is,
Fake friends fake smiles truly not appealin,
I'm askin for help, but no one hearin

Everybody askin, how am I? I'm alright..
Fairweather friends get outa my fuckin sight,
Spittin behind my back actin like we tight,
Guess what? My back stabbed but I'm alright


Im sittin in my room rememniscin,
Always draggin me down, never wishful thinkin

Laughin at me cuz Im doin it like Im on a mission
 Im grindin hard while most of em washin dishes

Your always doubting me,
But I pretend that I don't see,
Your Walking out on me,
Guess that these bridges are made belief


You left me hanging, didnt give a helping hand,
Your always draggin, tellin me I'm not the man,
You left me hanging, actin like you didnt have a chance

But now that I'm stackin, you wanna act like we're friends