The Introduction - CYRUS

Well, judging from my exuberant expertise

Hey!

I like that

Hey!

Yeah

Oh, fuck you

I’m like ten years in, feels like I’m just getting started

Spent the first like six or so just trying to run from my problems

I signed a deal as a rapper, left that deal as a man

Let them songs do all the talking, let y’all gossip instead

Them problems made me an artist, shit, they developed my brand

Said that we should just enjoy ourselves before I did

I had a chip on my shoulder, every beat was my dip

And after ten whole years, I almost packed up and quit

Got that comedy itch, I want to act in some flicks

I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a… huh

I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line

'Cause by the time I reach the front, I’ll know I’ve wasted my time

I’m finally making a living, but think I’m dying inside

Shit’s ironic, I was happier clocked in at my job

I’m not sure what I should do, just know that this isn’t it

Struggles of me being me, the hopeful pessimist

And still I seem to always find a way to kill a good thing

Like, look at all the shit that I done fucked up, girls that I done fucked up

Drinks that I done drunk up, drugs that got me locked up

I wonder all the time 'bout who I would be

If I ain’t ever got caught up in dumb shit, thrown into that drunk tank

Bought that fucking ticket to Miami just to escape

Fucked around and got my passport stolen in the first week

Wilding out on south-beach, rapping over phour beats

Smashing all them girls from Cuba, Honduras

Sleeping on them couches like a deadbeat, no worries

Keystone and shots of Sobieski, it varied

Wake up looking like I seen a ghost, Bill Murray

With that Young Sinatra playing, Overly Dedicated

Nothing but some Setbacks so I moved to Section.80

Man, I moved back to my hometown, just a bad kid in a good place

To a good kid in a mad city, no ass-kissing, no asterisks

No KD chips, LeBron James with no stadium

Bonneville with no radio, rocked every show in my radius

Ate twice a day call it radium, sad as hell, but still radiant

Opened up for like every artist on the fucking planet, no main event

And still can’t find me a single reason that explains why I ain’t famous yet

Good job, you played yourself, DJ Khaled

Snapchat on a Jet-ski PH balance

Whole lot of y’all basic, I’m acid the rapper

I’m Donald on a good day, I’m traffic in Atlanta on a bad one

Y’all ad-libs to my anthem, your best days my average

Y’all Artest to my Wallace, this rap shit is my palace

No challenge, no red flag, my last girl she waved that

I’m way past past dues, paid those in my past too

Many times to even recollect and now I just collect when I have to

Underpaid, disrespected, nowadays I’m my own Collective

President of my fan club, treat every record like a new election, I…

Still think about my Dad when I get sad

Think about how nothing good can last

Think about the future I’ve rejected, friends that I’ve neglected

And how my whip is running out of gas

I hear the engine clicking as I drive, grows louder all the time

I wonder if I should just let it crash

No passengers to be sat, no one to push a seat back

No one to make a playlist, no one to give me feedback

Wonder what it’s like losing sleep, pillow-talking over dreams

Wish for everlasting cold spots and clean Supima sheets

I wish for breezes on the beach, night drives and sunny skies

I wish that I was taller, for a smile, and perfect teeth

I wish I had someone to shop with, someone to cherish God with

I wish for simple things, I wish that I believed in God

I hope you get the greatest job, to brag about at weddings

I hope you find somebody, hope you have the perfect wedding

Know that I’ll never forget you, and that I’ll always miss you

And that I’m self-aware and I’m still working out my issues

Treat each record like a breakthrough, reflections like they’re see through

And never have no filler lines, no peek-a-boos or previews

You’ll always get the real me, no matter what, the real me

And when I contradict myself, just trust I’ll do the right thing

I’m confident in hindsight, but squint to see a scoreboard

Grateful this is my life, just doubt it’s what I’ll die for

I wish I had time for, people with no strings

Attached, but seems like everyone’s a puppet in this bitch

I see the film start to unravel, I’m tripping over dreams

But most of y’all don’t see 'em through, you leave before the credits

And I’m not too good at things, no not whatsoever

I just work way harder than the people that are better

Wrote a letter to a fan, while I was making dinner

Then went and made this beat and wrote the lyrics, then I spit it

Then recorded it and listened, mixed it, then submitted

I made the cover art and everything else that went with it

All the jobs that they distribute, and split amongst themselves

I studied and I practiced, now I do that shit myself

I know I could just ask for help, but then who would I be?

Another fucking artist that just sounds like other artists?

And the truth about my albums, you know, the ones I shelved?

Them shit’s was kind of hot, but they were made for someone else

So by the time it came to drop 'em, I couldn’t fucking do it

I promise that I tried, just wasn’t happy, and I knew it

But I want you all to know, that I was dying slow

I almost killed myself to speed things up, but then I chose

To write a song 'bout being happy, I cried when it was done

Because I knew I wasn’t, truth is, I was scared as fuck

But had to try and better me, I knew I couldn’t die

'Cause way too many people were counting on me to survive

And there’s a we in front of should because it really takes an army

And it’s so fucking crazy, when I look up I’m surrounded

I know I won’t live forever, but y’all my youth fountain

And every time somebody says I saved 'em, it’s ironic

'Cause it’s y’all that keep me going, every day’s a bonus

This music is a thank you, all these songs, you really wrote 'em

Life is nothing but some moments, some we’ll share together

And I just hope you know that when I’m gone, I really tried to be happy