[Verse 1]
These are the easiest to write but the hardest to sing
Got everything I’d ever need, I can’t be wanting a thing
But to be honest, I could really use that car or a ring
And I’ve got some clout, but I can’t stop till I’m a star or a king
I want my mom to know I’ve got a stable job, but I think
That I’m underwater with these expectations watching me sink
Can’t escape it in their eyes, it’s like they’re watching me blink
But I don’t know how many dollars that this song's gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker, I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut, a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone, like how could you see a big picture?
See, me and you, we got some backwards priorities
You tryna smash through the past up in your frat or sorority
I’m tryna master my craft, fuck that whole trap into normalcy
It’s boring me, all I need is a lack of authority
And fuck the majority, got me feeling alienated
Songs so out of this world, people claim that aliens made 'em
'Cause maybe I’m crazy, but please don’t blame me, hate me, just listen
Living a dream’s fucking with my circadian rhythm
So, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking, I just see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
Oh, yeah
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions, yeah
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up, yeah
[Verse 2]
They don’t want me to go on a trap beat
They just want me to go to the backstreets
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese, it’s past me
Wanna steer the wheel, but I’m still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I’m being driven by all my passengers
I imagine a Tesla, but really I’m in the Acura
All I ever wanted, but fuck, I know I don’t have enough
Got me mad as fuck when I add it up, like I brag for what?
Say they can’t understand but say that I don’t rap fast enough
I been crafting these tracks like, what will actually grasp enough?
Had to take step back, realize who I’m rapping for
Who I’m mining my passion for, who the fuck’s really counting score
I do this shit for myself, I don’t need anyone else, then I’m alone
Then no one’s calling my phone, then I’ll be calling for help with no one around
I might fall and make a sound, but no one hears it till I drown
Till my body hit the ground, till they walk me into town, like, "Look who the fuck that we found"
Yeah

[Chorus]
Oh hi to the secrets of my life
When they get to talking, I just see it's alright
I'm like oh hi to the secrets of my life
Oh, yeah
I just wanna make a million
But I keep falling victim to opinions, yeah
I wanna stack it up
They wanna see me packing up, yeah