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Ryan Michael Peters (born July 10, 1985), better known by his stage name Spose, is an American rapper from Wells, Maine. more »

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F*ck this shit, I'm goin' home
In the middle of the city, but I'm all alone
Me and all my skeletons, dancin' in my helmet
If this is bein' alive, then make me bones

I was s'posed to reach the apex
The mountain top
Yell down at my mom like, "Here, ma, look"
I didn't even get to march at graduation
Got suspended stealin' money from
The year what, huh? book
Was s'posed to have straight A's
Then I went crooked
If there is a God, I hope He's not lookin'
I jackknifed at the fork in the road
Now the devil want a spoon, wrong turn
I took it
I had no drop top, raindrop, at the trainstop
Wish I made my brain stop, feel your person
Devil worship, always sinnin'
Never workin', head to prison
All I hear is alarms and sirens soundin' (ah)
Stress, regrets, a thousand
And all the hammerheads are poundin'
All the debt surroundin'
In and out my house, and metro set the bar
Forgot about it somebody help me

Help me i think I need therapy
But I can't afford it

Stressed, expectations not met
Stressed, heart ping pong in my chest
Stressed, got no real amigos, I'm offset
Stressed, all downhill like bobsled
And it feel like suffocation
I don't think I'll make it
'cause I had my chance and blew it
Water turned to sewage
What the f*ck I'm doin'? What the
F*ck I'm doin'? Everything is ruined
I'm trapped, layin' on my back
In the squalor
Heart pound like English dollar
Let me smoke a bowl to calm my nerves
Whoops, didn't work
Now I'm paranoid even worse
So I text my ex's phone just to get some dome
She said I did wrong, so she movin' on
And she groanin' 'cause I'm not grown
Took out all these loans just to feel alone
Thought I'd get a standin' ovation
Guess that was my 'magination
All of my procrastination
All this academic probation
Thoughts race like horses
I hope you're not recordin'
'cause I feel wasted, dumb
And arrogant, doubts, endless comparisons
Grades is just embarrassin'
Faceless young American

Nowhere to hide
Through this voice inside my mind
I just need to drown him out
I know this is a temporary fix
But you're all I've got tonight

F*ck this shit, I'm goin' home
In the middle of the city, but I'm all alone
Me and all my skeletons, dancin' in my helmet
If this is bein' alive, then make me bones

Expectations (expectations, pectations)
I thought I was gonna be a god
Would do I do now that I'm not?
Nowhere to hide
Through this voice inside my mind
I just need to drown in the loud

F*ck this shit, I'm goin' home

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