The Number You Have Dialed Is Not in Service

I'm falling apart
You mighta thought I was playing a part in the art I've created
But most of the words reflect what's happened or what is waiting to start happening
I keep on damaging myself
Tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck
I'm bout to drip until I drown
All these drugs up in my nose
I taste the drip that shit's so sour
All these cars that I bought either don't start or got impounded
Pursued the American dream
The nightmare's what I doubted
Catch a flight to London or I'll catch I flight to Lyon
Show my face in public
Show another one at home
See my name on the marquee
Letters falling down
Littering a cold dark street somewhere downtown
As soons as I reached cloud 9 it started storming
Heavy thunderstorms in every city that I'm touring
Life ain't like a rap video
That's just a warning
Hoping to see the sun when I wake up in the morning

All this misery, misery, misery, fuck
Look at my history, no mystery where I might end up, just shut up
Don't wanna hear it, it's my decision
May be my last words so just please listen
So long, it's been torture bein' here
So gone, getting high been how I cope with fear
Same song and I'm sick of singin' it
Let me move on, it's for my benefit
But come one, come all to my downfall
Bear witness to everything that I can't solve
My therapist made me promise before I end it all
That her phone would be the one I choose to call, crying, asking
"Is it really worth it?
What's beneath the surface or behind the curtain?"
Really don't think I wanna take this any further
Made one last attempt to figure out my purpose
I called her phone, it said not in service

When life gets hard keep on marching on
Even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car
Keep on marching on

When life gets hard keep on marching on
Even if the finish line is far or you have to push the car
Keep on marching on