Blank.

Nah, nah

I just need some time

I've been feelin off more

See, I had this voice inside my head since, like, a sophomore

And sophomoric actions were a mind state

On standby as the mind breaks

And a landmine of a landscape

In my mind's eye was a handshake with mortality

Tryna squeeze more out of me

Tryna win where I'm supposed to lose, and

Tryna reap more salary, and



Angst ain't just a teenage thing

It stains brains, chains pain to a deranged scene

I'm anxious, hate this, tryna hide when I sin

But Lord knows I can't lie to the pen, I'd die to pretend, so

I'm about to put my demons to work

I don't know if people know me like they need me and it hurts

And just detaching myself often gets between me and the work

Don't intervene, I walk the plank, look into me, I'm feelin...