[Intro]
Assume I'm feeling anti-social
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Rip apart my own self-esteem
Fought a couple demons lying underneath my sheets
And I won't pay a pussy for a beat
Test me on my word, I knock the fuck up out your teeth, bitch
Keep a low profile now
Nervous wreck what's in the mirror and I can't even force a smile, shit
Probably a number on my days
So I tuck it in my waistband, I ain't tryna throw hands

[Bridge]
Tuck it in my waistband, I ain't tryna throw hands
Yeah, yeah
I'm sick of dodging all your calls
But I been too fucking afraid to handle what you got to say to me
And I got nobody to pray for me
Fuck a higher power, hit my PayPal and buy a beat

[Verse 2]
Nobody in my contacts
No bodies, no contact
Dial tones in my headphones
Fuck it, I'ma lay up in the snow until I'm frozen, shit
Don't wanna feel shit now
Every human interaction that I have is fucking hit-or-miss
And I got god-awful luck
So if you see me in the street, you can assume I'm feeling anti-social