(prod. b.young)
shoutout anybody
..
yeah, ask me like what's up yeah, x2
i ain't really know why lately i been acting up, yeah,
maybe it's the lack of sleep or maybe it's the drugs, yeah,
i'm just hoping that my family don't think i'm losing touch, yeah,
they ask me like wsp yeah
ask me like what's up yeah
reflecting on myself and i'm just not sure who to trust,
if i could give myself a chance to prove that this ain't worth the fuss,
then i can be a fucking man and quit pretending i been upset, okay,

sunsets, waking up to sunsets,
nocturnal lifestyle,
i can't get enough, yes,
drinking till i fall asleep it's something bout the buzz
but sometimes i ain't so social when i'm drinking till i'm fucked; out my mind,
baby trust me i'm fine,
that's my normal reply,
when i'm texting all these hoes,
half em know i been lying,

fuck these feelings, they a side track,
i hope you realize that,
my focus ain't emotional detriment,
pay no mind,
sat down to take a breath,
couldn't handle this distress,
had a conversation with the lucifer i should address,
he discussed with i a mighty power that he had possessed,
one that could take me to the world of luxury and my success,
but i walked away, as soon as he could talk to me,
fearing i would die alone with misery and loss of fate,
fucking with my head i hope this doesn't happen often,
cause soon enough you might just find my ass up in a coffin, 

yeah, ask me like what's up yeah, x2
i ain't really know why lately i been acting up, yeah,
maybe it's the lack of sleep or maybe it's the drugs, yeah,
i'm just hoping that my family don't think i'm losing touch, yeah,
they ask me like wsp yeah
ask me like what's up yeah
reflecting on myself and i'm just not sure who to trust,
if i could give myself a chance to prove that this ain't worth the fuss,
then i can be a fucking man and quit pretending i been upset, okay,

things jive
woke up to the sunrise,
no one on my ass about my life,
seems like everything's alright,
keep my mouth shut,
quietly my life runs,
i ain't really care no more about my final outcome,

apathetic, maybe,
i could get it, lately,
nah forget it, baby?
you'll regret it, save me?
time to set it,

shut your mouth you just a boy, you'll never be a man,
this message isn't for the people who could understand,
it's for the ones who pay no mind to everything i've said,
as much as i've been quiet i'm just tryna lend a helping hand,
for anyone who need it,
i probably never been inside your shoes,
but nothing seems to be more painful than to hide to truth,
and lock it up inside a bottle next to all the suicide notes i thank the lord for not allowing you to die for,
please, let it out,
you might regret it if you never shout,
or cry to help, in times of need,
we gotta fight this misery

note 2 self

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