I feel like shit again, like shit again

My words burn like they sizzling, I can't take notes, I'm scribbling

I ball with bands, you dribble, flow so cold, it can't ripple

I got the sleight of hand, flying like I'm Peter Pan

Waste entire days, can't find purpose anyway

Can't find shit, I'm in a haze, 40 oz right to my face

I'm isolated, why they think I'm famous?

Blame it on the numbers, sometimes I can't take it

You're like a blast from the past

I'm so temporary, baby, feel like this is dying fast

So temporary

I'm so temporary

Off that shit again, off that gin again

Till I can't pour it up, till I can't see my cup

Is it fun to treat me like a dog?

To treat me like shit? Treat me like another one?

And what's the point in love when you can't feel a thing?

Can't feel a thing, baby, I can't feel my face

And what's the point in love when you can't feel a thing?

Can't feel a thing, baby, I can't feel my face

You're like a blast from the past

I'm so temporary, baby, feel like this is dying fast

So temporary

I'm so temporary

You're like a blast from the past

I'm so temporary, baby, feel like this is dying fast

So temporary

I'm so temporary