[Intro: Mace Lee]
Do I, Do I, Do I, Do I?
Do I, Do I?

[Hook: Mace Lee]
Do I got a lot of things on my chest, yes
Money come money go, still depressed
Yes yes yes, yes yes yes I'm a mess
Money come money go, still depressed
And I'm mean when upset, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
Smoking until I’m out of breath, yes yes yes
Yes I got some things on my chest, yes yes

[Verse 1: Mace Lee]
I was sick in many ways so I flipped another page
Now I'm flipping mp3s like back in the day
Custom-made mixes, collage art in the jewel case
Lyrics in the margins of my notes every school day
This is what I made now you can catch this fade
I be spazzing on stage, it's amazing
People yelling out my name it's a Mason
And they're thinking that I'm happy but that ain't it (no, no, no, no)
Man I thought that I'd be happy but that ain't it (no)
Who would have thought that all this hope would turn to anguish (no, no, no)
I got people in my phone still don't press enter
And I smoke by the zone on my own in the winter
Every moment when I wake I feel like it's stage fright
'Cause my shit is super fake I feel like a play wright
I can't be on my own I'm afraid to be alone
So I go to sleep with the aid of a peace pipe
[Hook: Mace Lee]
Do I got a lot of things on my chest, yes
Money come money go, still depressed
Yes yes yes, yes yes yes I'm a mess
Money come money go, still depressed
And I'm mean when upset, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
Smoking until I’m out of breath, yes yes yes
Yes I got some things on my chest, yes yes

[Verse 2: Yung Bambi]
Now she jus done and left me on my lonely
Only thoughts of you when I’m posted with my homies
Don’t know what to do these other girls don’t really know me
Swear I’ll treat you better, no more games that was the old me
Feel like I’m running in a race
You just gotta find your pace
Always finish in first place, no
She a girl French girl S’il vous plait
From her bright blond hair
To the way she move her waist, whoa
She with me wherever I go
She my shining star, I can’t keep her on the d-low
Bright in the sky I love to watch you glow
They don’t know the things that we know
[Hook: Mace Lee]
Do I got a lot of things on my chest, yes
Money come money go, still depressed
Yes yes yes, yes yes yes I'm a mess
Money come money go, still depressed
And I'm mean when upset, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
I ain't mean what I said, yeah
Smoking until I’m out of breath, yes yes yes
Yes I got some things on my chest, yes yes