Am I enough?

That's the question I'm asking

But I don't see no evidence, just the fact that I'm lacking

Cuz growing up, I had no dad so I packed all of this baggage

And carried it into adulthood, now my baggage is sagging

So now I'm drowning in women thinking that that's going to fix it

But now I'm wondering how I swim up when my heart's still sinking

I feel this void in my chest and try my best just to fill it

But it's just poking holes in my chest and this blood just keeps spilling

Cuz all these motherfuckers told me I'm not enough of a man

And every time I'd prove them wrong they'd move the goalpost again

So now I work till I burn out until I burn out again

To prove I work harder than any of you motherfuckers, man

Just want my mama to love me, not look at me with resentment

And since my father dipped away I had to fill his position

So now I'm drowning in winning thinking that that's going to fix it

All I want it to be enough but then the devil keeps whispering

"Boy, you're not"

He thrashes his fist against the post

And he still insists he sees a ghost

And he thrashes his fist against the post

And he still insists he sees a ghost

Am I enough?

That's the shit I keep asking myself

Cuz when I'm out in public, my true self I've been masking

I feign my charm and a smile

Joking and laughing all while

I know that deep down I really don't give a damn about the crowd

I've been the ladies' man

Overcompensating rejection from as a kid

Now I just can't stop myself from projecting this fucking shit

Now I gotta be the best if I'm not best then I ain't shit

If I'm not God, am I really no better than all you jits?

Better than others, I pretend to be

Keep (im)proving myself is what these voices keep telling me

I'm making everyone that ain't me into an enemy

Man, what the fuck is Satan selling me?

Cuz I just want my mama to love me, not look at me with resentment

And since Mario dipped away I had to fill his position

So now I drown in resentment thinking that that's going to fix it

And just when I think I'm enough

The devil stabs me, persisting on twisting it

He thrashes his fist against the post

And he still insists he sees a ghost

And he thrashes his fist against the post

And he still insists he sees a ghost