It's three o'clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit I said, "fuck it", and made it work out
I'm a mess, I guess
But for some reason they stay impressed
I'm a pess-imist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own
Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown
I'm not stoned, well maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if you don't take another hit
Cancel all your plans today, you're 'bout to write a hit
Probably fucking not, but you won't know unless you sit
Does the energy around you ever get
Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit
Sleep away the day again and call it fucking quits
An easel to present a thought about the way I live
2017 was the year that I thought I'd kick
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit
Reach into the sky and said, "the clouds are looking lit!"
But angels never die so I'ma respawn real quick, yeah
"Did this kid really name his album after his cat?"
"Does he smoke a lot and how's his mom feel 'bout that?"
"Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps!"
"Fuck you, dickhead! Why won't you DM me back?"
Y'all really wanna work with me? Well how about that?
These lines are real DM's that I'll never hit back
I don't sell features so don't ask about that
God, please don't hit me with another group chat
It's three o'clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit I said, "fuck it", and made it work out
I'm a mess, I guess
But for some reason they stay impressed
I'm a pess-imist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own
Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown