| I’m sick of staying up late and second-guessing myself |
| I start to wonder what it’d be like being somebody else |
| , brace for the fall |
| Feel the room caving in, panicking, suffocate from the walls, yeah |
| 'Cause lately I just feel like that |
| Matter of fact, can’t remember when I felt intact |
| I’m running back, memories playing in dreams |
| I feel my hue slip away, break apart at the seams |
| 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, tell 'em what’s up |
| I might end my life, feeling fucked up |
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, life’s so fun |
| I wake up, feel no emotion |
| Trapped inside my head, nowhere to run |
| Try to change, I’m back where I begun |
| I’m ashamed of what I have become |
| I wake up, feel no emotion |
| (Feel no emotion) |
| Life ain’t no motherfucking sitcom |
| I spent these years tryna help the ones I love |
| Just to end up getting spit on |
| I’m farming with a fit on |
| With my chickens, twelve-hundred-dollar jeans |
| Give a fuck if they get shit on |
| These artists ain’t built like me |
| I spit a verse, make a rack, then go tap my trees |
| You write a word, post a story for your social needs |
| I ain’t a fad, I got savings, that’s longevity |
| 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, tell 'em what’s up |
| I might end my life, feeling fucked up |
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, life’s so fun |
| I wake up, feel no emotion |
| Trapped inside my head, nowhere to run |
| Try to change, I’m back where I begun |
| I’m ashamed of what I have become |
| I wake up, feel no emotion |
| (The cult of the reaper saved me) |