To Whom It May Concern

I broke the law in Madrid, and I'd do it again I got a bitch in every city that I ever been I thought the money would do something for the sadness in Me but I'm deeper in the abyss than I've ever been I've got two million other tracks, that all sound like this So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit But really I could give a fuck when anybody miss I'm too chaotic, and the music is gon' reflect that shit You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it, oh I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic I'll keep my promise, but know that I'm still being honest The help I need ain't coming Now I'm pushing a button, to self-destruct me And no, I don't wanna talk about it I'll never take you up on your offer of trying to help me out of it It's just a matter of time Until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry You can't get too close to me You can't get too close to me You can't get too close to me I'll never be the "me" in your dream I'm not sorry This is the end for me This is the end for me This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run I'm not sorry You can't get too close to me I'll never be the "me" in your dream I'm not sorry This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run I'm not sorry You can't get too close to me (yeah) You can't get too close to me