Let me tell you bout my month y'all, endless shopping, I had a ball
I had to ball for therapy, my shrink dont think that helps at all
Whatever, that man aint wearing these leather pants
I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills aint working fam
In my spare time, punching walls, fukking up my hand
I know that shyt sound super cray but if you had my life youd understand
But, I cant fold, some poor soul got it way worse
Were all troubled, in a world of trouble
Its scary to have a kid walk this Earth
Im what you made God, fukk yes Im so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who werent my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
Everyday to find sanes a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors
