(Intro) Yeah. They said, "Keep going, you’re almost there." I’m here. So where’s the confetti? Where’s the peace? (Sigh) Yeah. Look. (Verse 1) I used to dream in grayscale, sketching out a escape plan Now the tailor custom-fits the linen on a grown man The ledger looks healthy, the digits are multiplying Family’s got a safety net, ain't nobody crying Check cleared on a Tuesday, penthouse with a glass view Everything they said I couldn't do, yeah, I past through Walked into the showroom, pointed at the title, signed it Old friends hit me up like, "Man, you really designed it." And I smile for the camera, flashbulbs in the dark Got the plaque on the wall, got the fire in the park I can buy whatever's on the menu, never check the price Living out the fantasy, living out the vice So why am I staring at the ceiling at 4 AM? Wondering when the actual feeling is gonna kick in? (Chorus) I made it out the basement, made it to the stage Turned another chapter, started on a brand new page Got the heavy bag, got the weight off the floor Stood on the summit, and I’m asking for more 'Cause success is a mirage, a ghost in the hall You climb to the top just to stare at the wall Yeah, the bank account’s heavy, but the spirit feels rough I got everything I wanted, and it’s still not enough. (Yeah, still not enough...) (Verse 2) They tell you "Get the bag," but they don't tell you 'bout the tether How the sunshine outside doesn't change the stormy weather Inside my head Got the corner office, got the title and the leverage Working forty hours just to manage all the wreckage My mother's proud, and that's the only thing that keeps me anchored Seeing all the doubts that she swallowed and she conquered So why do I feel hollow when I look at what I built? Like every single milestone is layered over guilt? Bought the foreign whip, parked it right outside the lobby What was once a burning passion turned into a hobby The applause is getting louder, but my hearing's getting numb Waiting for the lightning, waiting for the kingdom come I check my pulse just to see if I’m still breathing Every time I win, it feels like I'm still leaving. (Chorus) I made it out the basement, made it to the stage Turned another chapter, started on a brand new page Got the heavy bag, got the weight off the floor Stood on the summit, and I’m asking for more 'Cause success is a mirage, a ghost in the hall You climb to the top just to stare at the wall Yeah, the bank account’s heavy, but the spirit feels rough I got everything I wanted, and it’s still not enough. (Bridge) Is it the chase that I loved, or the prize? I looked my reflection dead in the eyes And asked him, "Is this what you wanted to see?" He didn't answer. He just looked right through me. Yeah. Right through me. (Outro) Got the plaques. Got the stack. Got the name on the door. Got the fame, got the game, got the world in store. So why am I empty? Why am I empty?
