If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck
I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a fuck
If you think that I'm trippin you fucking out of touch
One's that say they got good intensions I'm doubtful of
Nothing's been giving me what I want, yeah
Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt, yeah
First words out my mouth the ones I always get lost on
I feel like I done been trampled over and walked on
Look back at the progress that I made to get here
Take time just to process everything that's said here
Treated me like a project I can't let 'em get near
Someone tell mе what's going on
If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck
I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a fuck
If you think that I'm trippin' you fucking out of touch
Onе's that say they got good intensions I'm doubtful of
Nothing's been giving me what I want, yeah
Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt, yeah
First words out my mouth the ones I always get lost on
I feel like I done been trampled over and walked on