You don't got no morals, you don't think I'm anxious You don't know my story, you just think I'm famous You don't see the scars and you don't feel the damage Now I can't leave this room 'cause if I do I panic Air brushing over all the nonsense With drugs that have no promise Except if I do more I'd probably vomit I thought my impact would be cosmic What's up with all the comets? And now I'm sick of reading all the comments Like do this and do that, write a verse for two stacks Listenin' to old tracks, I guess I'll bring the lofi back I ain't been myself in years It's not because I'm switching up I've dealt with so much trauma and no one around me gave a fuck So much death and suicide that it got between you and I He almost pulled that trigger, if he did I know, I would've died I would've died, but somehow I'm still alive I should be happy but I can't because I'm traumatized Four walls with one bed is what I'm stuck inside Going crazy while I'm asking myself, "What is right?" But I can't answer that I'll save it for some other night Just go asleep and hope I wake up in another life