Rice, Rice, Hillman & Pedersen

[Hook] Rise Zee La Hitman rise Rise, rise Rise Zee La Hitman rise Through all the pressure It's just quarter life crisis Rise Zee La Hitman Rise, rise, rise Uh uh Rise Zee La Hitman rise Rise rise Rise Zee La Hitman rise Through all the pressure It's just quarter life crisis It's just quarter life crisis It's just quarter life crisis [Verse 1] I'm barely 22 years old, independent striving Metamorphosised grinding Never quite understood Life's grounding, no manual was handed to me Societal reject, my underlying problems make me wanna isolate myself I feel like I'm making progress in fighting the alcohol addiction I'm able to stay happy without an intoxication Could it possibly be my salvation? Yeah right! I know how the story go, a couple of months happy and only one day of relapse is all it takes I'm right back where I took my first step It's in reversal this time around I don't wanna hang out I'm busy, make up all sorts of excuses to not be around people Cellphone on flight mode, Lecrecia's angry, it's been almost 24hours now, she's panicking, calls My Mom to find out if she knows where I could be I ain't answering the door, they think I probably been sleeping Truth is I have my headphones on and alcohol is doing circulations in my blood stream Volcanoes erupt in my cranium Doubt creeps in with each panic It's a constant state of confusion It's something controlling And I'm just stuck here thinking "damn!" (And I'm just stuck here thinking) [Hook] [Verse 2] Never been a ridicule to ever slow me down I'm an explosive that never went off Just tryna disentangle these wires The human race is messed up If we don't jot it down we might forget it, so who's God and what's heaven without scriptures to regurgitate? See I'm not tryna instill doubt but a fraction of humanity is offshore We're sandcastles on a stormy day Still a long way to go, with a detour to ponder Emotional wrecks, with internal scars and a facade of facial expressions Happiness is farfetched, fake smiles with stretched jaws Endorsers of wars, concealers of scars Dwellers of rock-bottoms wishing upon shooting stars Enough ladders for us all but those already at the top keep burning them We're shattered glass trying to fuse us back together, tryna build a window of opportunity We worship suppresors and live to impress oppressors We're all moments fighting to be noticed Soon to be memories the whole world cherishes We're worth more dead than alive We're born sinners seeking repentance, at war with our trueselves We're the consequences of our very existence (And I'm just stuck here thinking) [Hook]