[Hook: AyeNon]
Woke up, feeling like a mess, yet again
Show up, I still gotta flex if I can
Freak out, I don't really know if I’ma make it
If I'm still awake, then I guess I gotta chase it
Woke up, feeling like a mess, yet again
Show up, I still gotta flex if I can
Freak out, I don't really know if I’ma make it
If I'm still awake, then I guess I gotta chase it

[Verse 1: Yesify]
Dear mom, the celebrity:
You are no therapist but I'm gonna tell the truth
I know I don't always talk to you because I'm livin' in my room
You break your back to make us food
I know that I can kill your mood
At times I come off pretty rude
I'm sorry things are not the best
I got some things I wanna get off my chest
Just know your son prayin' for you
I hope you heal and rest
You want my intention but I just focus on my wishes
I left you with my dirty plates and dishes
You were there every single Christmas
I should appreciate a roof over my head
Even though I grew up sleepin’ on a air mattress instead
But all I see is red
Always there, will never leave
Always here in help of need
Life hasn’t been so easy considering we were conditioned with a heart disease
But I—
[Hook: AyeNon]
Woke up, feeling like a mess, yet again
Show up, I still gotta flex if I can
Freak out, I don't really know if I’ma make it
If I'm still awake, then I guess I gotta chase it
Woke up, feeling like a mess, yet again
Show up, I still gotta flex if I can
Freak out, I don't really know if I'ma make it
If I’m still awake, then I guess I gotta chase it