I ain't it for the fame, I got ink in my veins
pencil and pad since birth I was given a name
"unda preshur", and everyday I'm older
colder bolder, I can't stay sober.
vodka to hold me over, Ima monster
a lonely rover, what don't kill me
chokes me slower, I need some luck
or maybe I need a four leaf clover
I'm a thorn in black rose, born to perform
in the back row, never on stage ima storm
in the booth im recording the truth
with a rap flow, Wish I was normal
why did i have to be the one to pick up a pen,
if i could do it again i wouldn't want to lift up then
cause I don't wanna be the dude you know as rapper
I need to be somebody maybe someone you think as a friend
