They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams
They’re burying me with my dead dreams
That still work

I'm doing better now- thanks for asking
I was dancing in a field full of caskets
A good kid, grew up fast, got into fashion
Hit the rap trap, backpacked out to Atlanta
And I'm out. They say misery loves company
So every other psychopath come to me now
I know just how it feels to be out by yourself
When you feel so hollow, got you howling at moons you-
You'll never know, you'll never know
Where my mind goes, through highs and lows
You'll never see how much I've grown
You won't believe if I don’t show
An eternity spent inside a Midwest autumn
I've been dreaming about a place like this for so long, caught up
In all this hustle, leaves rustle, ultimately stalling
Cemetery breeze inside a casket or a coffin

They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams
They’re burying me with my dead dreams
That still work

We are them sad boys who always in they feels
When you listen on your worst days but fuck them culture vultures
I hope someday I see what I've become from what was dealt
Feelings I felt, living hell, sensing trepidation
Colloquial terms, just what the fuck is y'all saying?
Y'all sipping, y'all leanin, and I'm with it, don't get it twisted
'Til its popping charts but plays parts of accidental suicides
Two icons, two years and I think I know whose next
It's hard to put the story of my life inside a box
It's hard to find the right words or defy a ticking clock
If I die a nightmare, just know I lived a dreamer
When I act tough it covers up soft interior
Living in a screen to make Apollo Clone official
With a job that pays the bills but makes me want to cut my wrists though, homie
How this shit get easier? I'll sign it and initial
If I die tonight it will be of my own volition

They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams
They’re burying me with my dead dreams
That still work