Crying on the phone
Girl I told you leave me lone
Cuz right now shit I’m hella prone
To make decisions on my own
You gotta lotta shit to own up to
It’s up to you
You ask me what the fuck do I do
I’m not gonna tell you
Cuz I hate the way I write raps
Hella tryna bite back
Oversaturation
Of the nation
Yo wait nigga write that down
Anxiety fight that
All talk but no bark
Id have a lot more fuckin bitches
If I had a fucking car
Just get to A
Just get to B
Did I mention
Anxiety
That shit’s fucking up all my sleep
And honestly won’t let me be
Just let me sleep
Just let me sleep
Awake at 3 am
When I tell you I’m fighting demons
I can’t let the demons win
But I’m letting the demons in
Every time I have a smoke
I just got me a second pack
And I’m hoping that I don’t choke
Why y’all be sitting up in class
Not even takin no notes
No way to say okay I’m better
If all of y’all want the smoke
I won’t tho