The big red demon bares his ugly head again
Like a sin, the fucking rush is an addiction
Fuck doing drugs, just fucking fill me up
The cup's half empty Anyways
For days and days I chug and the thoughts start getting thicker
Like a viscous liquid, I need draino for my brain
Pour me a cup, keep me in the game
That I'm playing, by default, not by choice
Momma wants me in school but she won't hear my voice
I'll scrape by, No, you'll achieve
In a field you don't care for cause you belong to me
Go to school, that's the path of success
But will you be happy? Doesn't matter, success
That's a yes to me, because money is what matters
That's a no from me, because money's just a bother
Look, I don't care for luxuries
Prefer to stay simple
Just scraping by
Who needs a big ass car, A big ass lawn, And rooms you don't use
Or to live in a city, Breathing in the poison
While you're stuck strung out on its fumes

This demon needs a name, let's go with Bill
Or what about Toro, that's chill
Kid's a libra and a bull, so the name fits
When his alter ego represents his mind in a fit
But it's really hard to try to balance bullshit
People talk out their ass when enraged
All they see is red, and to me their dead
I would but don't regret what I'm saying
I've gone to two funerals, but I know more people in the same
Gonna outlive my dad, and forget about my mom
Because they're all partially to blame
But the true target here is me in the end
Not bull, not bitch, not slob
I'm the prodigal's sun with nowhere to return
So I guess the adventure's never done

Need a positive outlook to outrun the outside
Ostracize opinions that try to break my mind
I'm my own man in the making
Not a doll, so you can't keep playing
You can't feed me bullshit and tell me it's a cake
You can't take me to water and force me to take a drink
You can't guide me through life, I lead I don't follow
In the end all time is returned that was borrowed