[Verse 1]
At night always overthinking things
When it actually happens everything is actually okay
I’m just tired, worried, anxious, and dull
Head full of thoughts and dreams in my skull
Yeah, and I just spoke the same topic
Over and over, like do I really love it?
I hate it so much, get those thoughts out
Look I just did it again, I’m deep in a route
Please save me from this, I can’t speak right
Only write good when I’m happy or in spite
But what’s the point of writing good lyrics
If I’m just gonna mess up the quality
What’s the point of using good instrumentals
If I’m just gonna mess up the quality
My kidney so overweighed and dead, kna mean?
Blasted out the front, I’m such an addicted fiend
Loner insanity got me driving crazy every day
I don’t heed no opinions or even what they say
Uh, hands so cold no blood circulation
Touch my face and feel its super-hot skin
Man take a shower and I feel so cold
Always drowsy and tired I bet I got a cold
Always feeling feverish cause I’m working
I would give a fever for feverishly working
Broken and bare feet hit and feel the textures
On the ground and always annoyed at dinner
Man, like what’s wrong with me homie
Cough up and caught up ain’t so lovely
I’m just too abstract nobody understands me
My body machine is so weak I’m slowly dying
I don’t see my purpose from all this rhyming
I’m suffering so much, I can’t stand it
Boring cycle and repetitive life I’m sick of it
I’m so weird, different, and abstract
I guess from this I should sign with Strange Music
I just wanna suicide, shoot myself in the head
Rip off my skin and face or even die in the bed
Desultory rambles and talks I can’t take it
I can’t take it no more so please just take it
Supersized, summer is burning so bright
Can’t believe I’m just giving in to the fight
Gulping and swallowing hard from nervousness
Intimidation I’ve got so much to say
Yay, notes on my iPhone and school notebook
Journal is my checklist it helps my mind
Look I can’t produce, I’ve got no skills
I just have it in my head and imagination
Walking so hard that I’m numb and aching
Bones tired and I’m stressed I ain’t balling
Tracy McGrady and Andre Iguodala are balling
Carbohydrates, dehydration can’t react fast
Feeling I get before heading to class
Announcing every single detail, call that Kevin Harlan
Can’t deal with a teacher who can’t keep order
I’m so grumpy let’s get this done once and for all
Please God I really pray that I can stop this bawl