Am I really a good son?
Am I really a good friend?
Am I really a good lover?
When my life really does end?
Is it the young man I've become
Is it the love that I've lent
I need to blame my ego
But honestly I was just scared
With all the pain in my heart
I'm starting to fall apart
I'm truly absorbed in my lies
Praying my sins are washed
I'm grateful for waking up
Getting time to think about
My present and my future and
The people that I cherish a lot
Now it's Monday morning
And I'm getting out of bed now
I'm Broke as shit
What's the point of being sad now
I Wasted all my money
On vices and grass now
But I'm owning up to my shit
What you're mad bout?
It's so hard to be myself
With all that I surround
You've got a long way
Don't ever look down
I know the tides are rough
You're just starting it out
It'll get better I promise
There's always the doubt
Am I really a good son?
Am I really a good friend ?
Am I really a good lover?
When my life really does end ?
2019 it's not time for bed ma
Wake up you've got time ahead
Wake up its the time you spend
C'mon wake up it ain't over yet