Verse 1)
He had a mom who baked and a dad who mowed,
Honor roll kid with a decent zip code.
But he met some clowns who smoked and swore,
Now he’s failing life like it’s a high school chore.
Tried to rap, dropped out, said, “College is a scam,”
Now he sells weak weed out a rusty sedan.
Says the world’s out to get him, it's a global plot—
Bro, you're 22 and still blaming your Xbox.
(Chorus)
He almost was a doctor, could’ve cured some pain,
But now he’s just a cautionary meme with a chain.
He almost had a future, but he took a wrong path—
Now he’s philosophizing stoned in a bubble bath.
(Verse 2)
He lies like he breathes, it’s a steady stream,
Claims he’s “building empires” while he’s chasing a scheme.
Stole his grandma’s pills, blamed it on the cat,
Then posted deep quotes with a sideways hat.
He says, “Trust the vibes,” like that’s sound advice,
But forgot rent again—man, that’s the third time twice.
He's allergic to work, but a pro at excuses,
Says success is a game and he’s “dodging the nooses.”
(Chorus)
He almost was a leader, had that spark in his eyes,
Now he's got three fake startups and four alibis.
He almost had the smarts to make something last—
But got high, made a TikTok, and blamed his past.
(Bridge)
Potential's a gift, but it won’t wrap itself,
And pity don’t pay for the dust on your shelf.
You can't dodge the truth just by cracking a joke—
You can't build a future on mirrors and smoke.
(Final Chorus)
He almost was somebody, yeah, he had the tools,
But he traded 'em all for some Instagram rules.
He almost broke cycles, almost stood tall—
But pride makes a mighty fine wrecking ball.
(Outro)
So raise your glass to the coulda-been kings,
Wearing paper crowns and plastic bling.
May they find their way or at least a clue—
Before the joke they became becomes true.
Mysticalboy