It happened so fast, and I don't even know how we got here

All I know is now I'm spinning tires in my tracks

When I try to move forward, I'm just sinking even deeper

And I'm living in the past when I try to move back

All I know is that I'm sad, even though I got a life

That I know that other people wanna have

Call me selfish, call me spoiled, call me a brat

But I wanna be happy, why can't you just call me that?

The internet has made me grow to hate my own voice

You know what kind of fucked up shit does to your head?

But when I rap about it, people tell me not to be sad about it

That I should take a break and maybe get some rest

But when I live without it, people forget that I exist and then I'm pissed about it

Like all the rappers that I helped straight up just dipped up out it

Forget that Crypt was essential in their success

But when I'm stuck inside this ditch they don't say shit about it

Everybody loves to watch a car crash

I knew one day I'd fall but not this fuckin' hard, fast

No one can prepare you for the part of your life

When you're without any light and driving down a dark path

All I see is pitch-black

All I see "Crypt's bad", all I see is"Crypt's sad"

All I see is "Crypt's mad", all I see is "Crypt lacks any real life value"

So why continue on with this whole Crypt act?

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

My heart is shattered and broken and torn

Can someone tell me, why am I like this?

I'm tired of tryin', I'm tired of fightin'

I'm sore, I need the key to this door

That I'm locked in, I'm out of options

All my thoughts are despair, no one else seems to care

I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin

It seems like every time I grab this mic

I'm second-guessing every single word I try to write

Back in the day, I used to let it flow like open pipes

But now it's clogged-up and stopped-up with the fear of life

And lately, I been hatin' even tryna try

'Cause when I write a bar, I think about all the eyes up on it

Judging me for thoughts inside my brain that I put down to note

Overthink it all 'til it comes crashin' down like I'm a comet

Scratching through my lyrics like I'm signing CD's at my shows

So many half-finished songs up on my desktop

That prolly won't ever see the moment that they'll be finished

'Cause I'm feeling finished now, inching closer to a headshot

Stoppin' all these thoughts inside my head before I end it

Just imagine, talkin' to your therapist and everybody hearin' it

Critiquin' it, rippin' it up and tearin' it

Swearin' it's the worst thing that they've heard, no comparison

I'm barely makin' it as it is, so get to buryin'

I know that my raps have made an impact

Some would argue they've been good, some would argue they've been bad

For every message that I get telling me that I'm shit

I get one sayin' that I stopped somebody from slittin' their wrist

It's a seesaw double-edged sword, slicin' some meat off

Wishin' every day that I could get the pain to please stop

Worryin' who's listenin', do I sound like I'm Eminem?

Do I sound like another rapper out there doin' this again?

Scrap another song that prolly could provide someone with help

Oh well, least another song don't sound like someone else

The pain in my voice has become apparent

Can't even talk about this with my parents

'Cause I hate the thought of it, no matter what the problem is

It's never big enough for the world to care and it's obvious

The problem is me, should probably stop with this beat

Should probably stop this rappin' before it puts a stop to me

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

My heart is shattered and broken and torn

Can someone tell me, why am I like this?

I'm tired of tryin', I'm tired of fightin'

I'm sore, I need the key to this door

That I'm locked in, I'm out of options

All my thoughts are despair, no one else seems to care

I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin