( BEST TEAM EVER ) Am I wrong for being lost? The pressures of being boss, exhausted every bone in my body, I can't walk, I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think, I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep. Ironic I know, so I need more chronic to roll, tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul? It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh.