Written By: Matthew Reid December 31, 2016
Produced By: Blanck Mass
Recorded At: 360 Recording Studios (February 2017)

Verse 1
Okay, swimming through the traffic it's the life i gotta have it/ I can see it in my face but my hand won't let me grab it.
You killed it last night murdered the stage Warehouse/ exposed the art so the people really care now.
I think I'm getting there man i can feel i can steal it/ bring it back man to a lab in a bag where i conceal it.
I've got a new plug, you know man that's what's up/ I'll get the grouphug that comes with GroupLove.
I walked past the spot where we kissed and we hugged/ it may not equal much but i think you equal stuff.
This 26 life holy fuck I'm giving up/ with a brand new contract that i hate and tearing up.
Watch we dance like Ackerman man I'm the new age hero/ who saves all the people but still is a zero.
Before your fucking show you smoke a blunt with your evil/ and then you come through with big moves like Max Keeble.
I'm the leader of my cause you can see it in my flaws/ and then you get scratched with realities claws.
I hate doing concerts I'm really fucking shy/ I'm not that fucking guy and I hate the spotlight.
But when you put in on me then i guess i gotta shine/ then we come through with the companies ties.
Plus I'm also fucking high don't bring up the time/ when we were laying on the blanket with the movie seen my eyes.
I've got one year left, to do this fucking thing/ and I'm married to the game but we don't sport no wedding ring.
My feet are always sinking now the sand is in my ear/ I can't fucking walk and my visions not clear.
Hanging from a chandelier see you grab another beer/ the end is really near and that's why you really fear.
HOOK
We said we hate this year, we had a good year/ the history stuff and then the death tear.
Here comes another year but there isn't much time/ and i still look around but I never seem to find.
Rewind.
VERSE 2
Let's hit the rewind it's the last year grind/ the death is to come but I'll act real surprised.
This year was really tight man I went to many shows/ I did too many shows and i did a lotta hoes.
Man i suppose, it wasn't guaranteed/ the box is over there but i still don't have my key.
Man she was so clean, did you see her shiny teeth?/ and the way she grabbed my arm and my hand it was grand.
Then wham! ayo we won't talk again/ but i liked it so much that i would start up again.
My life is the ink that is flowing out the pen/ and i try to go and stop cause school is prevelant again.
Oh man, my imaginary friend/ I wanna hang out but they'll kill him when he wins.