Wish I could say that I'm not fucked up
Wish I could say that I'm not too much
Constantly thinking
Why the man in the mirror is never enough
Tough luck
Not making the cut
Frontin to the ones that give me love
So distant
Never consistent
Looking for help but im so resistant
Re-live shit
Completely conditioned
Stuck in my head but I'm really imprisoned
Fucking my life up, digging them trenches
Looking for a way to stop burning bridges
Empty and sad, But it's not that bad
At least we got friends and a blank page notepad
Still I feel the need to find something more
And im done looking for it in your fucking store
Get to the front and scream real loud
Pray it's the way I'll leave this town
Every other day I'm down on my luck
Karmas dragging me and the weights too much
Self inflicting, paralyzed
Face to face with every lie
Serotonin dopamine
Keep me close make me feel something
