Sue me for all the samples
just wanted someone to listen to me
way to talk without being visible me
and who you see when you look at me not the same
ten toes trippin im victim to every game
admittedly switched up,
when living isn't enough,
if that wasn't fucked up,
no pieces for picking up
consider who clean it up ‘for you pull the trigger and tuck
and that fact of that on its own sprout grudges because i'm stuck

im dead wrong
i been it since i jumped on
anxiety eat me up over a phone call
i'm shaking and waking up when the sun isn't out
can't remember the last time i tried talking it out
i got old friends,
i used to call my blood
i seen the news about em its twisting inside my gut
might as well be dead how the drugs is eating him up
i don't wanna see him in person it's bad enough

i got bottles and cheap distractions bought for comforting me
you not poppin me over instagram you stuck here with me
if you breathing above the dirt and don't feel lucky to be
then it's half of me that could feel you but it's touchy to see
cause its fifty percent of walking on this planet that's nothing
forty percent on top of that that make you feel something
if part of that make you sick and ninety still didn't cut it
then it's ten percent you could love about it made out of money

i'm not the type to talk
unless it's liquor in me
i'm thanking god for skot
i'm thanking god for beamy
every time that i text him james send it back in a minute
if matt and jack wasn't with me, ill leave that part omitted
if i ain't had jay on my team then id be dead already
and kendrick still don't how much he helped me feel less empty
my dad my biggest fan i love him more than anybody
if i ain't get you in this verse know that you still my family