[Chorus]
Put your hands up if you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up if you don't give a fuck, yeah
Put your hands up if you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up if you don't give a fuck, yeah

[Verse 1]
This is my confession:
We are not friends
We be on the same shit, but new trends
I ain't fuckin' with your clowns yo
Keep your fuckin' disses
I've been coming for the pleasure
But I'm staying for the business
If you think this bout you
Then sit your ass down, homie
I've been writing verses
Like I'm fucking up
Like Steve Harvey
"Oh he's on the rap shit again"
"Everybody back away"
"Faggots back to bring the heat"
"To warm up his empty plate"
I've been hiding from you fuckers since I dropped from senior year
Thought I lacked the skills to educate myself up outta here
Shit's been crazy these few couple months
Maybe I've been gone, All I know is that I'm been starving
And I'll prove it with a song

[Interlude]
Who the fuck made this beat anyway?
(Yeah, that's me)
Who the fuck introduced him to me?
(That's me)
Who the fuck found the light and set us free?
(That's me)
Who the fucks gonna die when he's done?
(That's me)

[Verse 2]
This is my confession:
I am not alive
The time I finish writing is the day I'm gonna die
Don't know how or don't know when
All I know is that I've been
Sitting on this chair, thinking like
"When's it all gonna end?"
Man I talk a lot of shit about myself
I should probably get help
How the fuck do songs be helping friends
If he can't help himself?
(I don't know)
Now, This is my confession:
I don't feel okay
I just wanna end my life, to make it go away
I don't need a Therapist, a Super-Specialist
Telling me to live
Telling me what I wanna hear, just to make me grin
Screw you and your bullshit
All you do is talk shit
Silence left me capsized
With y'all and your nonsense
I just wanna die
I just want alone time
I just want somebody telling me that everything is fine
No, I'm not okay
No, I'm not alive
In fact, this song's the only diary I'll never hide
No, I'm not your friend
No, I'm not your fucking buddy
I've been running from these problems since I was somebody's buddy
I just wanna live, I just wanna laugh
I just wanna sing and maybe do a little dance
Fuck depression and its motives
Fuck you too, I've had it
I'm runnin outta words to say
So I'll just cut the habits
Someone help me up