[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peppermint medicine
Small rooms and elephants
Prodigal nights (Nights!)
Big deal my life (Life!)
Bitterness settles in
Withering relevance
Put up a fight (Fight!)
Is this the part where I die? (Oh) (Die!)

[Verse 1]
I've never laughed at a joke about Uranus
I've traveled the galaxy twice, and finally know what pain is
Naivety has been waning, recluse to keep me from jaded
My imaginary friend is like me, but more famous
Swear, I just want a dog like Steinbeck
Put him in a car, drive across the United States in hopes to find where my mind at
Must have lost it when I dropped out of college in Boston
Ain't got no bling I can floss with, just Sonic rings, and I'm cautious
I wish I could sing falsetto, feel like a master of nothing
Not even the one thing I stuck with
Used to be so sure of myself, but now, my self knows I'm bluffing
It's so easy to be tough on, life ain't knock your fucking teeth out yet
Turned twenty-six, feels like a death sentence, been the hardest year of my life
Felt like Goku with a Dragon Ball trying to find the tree of my might
Put it in Pro Tools, 'cause it's so cool to be a rap star when they know you
Till you realize you don't fuck with yourself
[Chorus]
Peppermint medicine
Small rooms and elephants
Prodigal nights (Nights!)
Big deal my life (Life!)
Bitterness settles in
Withering relevance
Put up a fight (Fight!)
Is this the part where I die? (Oh) (Die!)

[Verse 2]
Turned twenty-seven since the first verse, millennial living headstrong (Strong)
The self-employed who livin' void, no back-up plans to rest on
Sleepin' on a bed of nails, but not the type you press on
Warring with myself, this is a passive "I'm depressed" song
Ayy, I'm ambitious, but not outgoing
I've had visions of a garden, never took time to grow it
The masochism it takes to be a artist made me stoic
Women tell me I have all these layers, but never show 'em enough love
Guess I'm like Shrek, just an onion getting his dick sucked
By queens I don't deserve, with dreams that I differed
I used to think that finer things would make me less absurd
Now I masturbate, or find a date for calming up my nerves
As my greatest insecurity gets bigger
My forehead is not my n***a, it looks awkward in most pictures
Will I really care when I look back into the void?
These last few days are among the happiest that I've ignored