Can't Call It

Uh, living in a generation Where only commas get an exclamation Tryna keep my mental patient I'm a mental patient though I ain't hesitating No, wish I would though Yeah, feeling hurt I don't know the origin, that be the worst Let's just keep on pouring, see who'll feel it first That's how whiskey and relationships and feelings work I know how I feel (yeah) That ain't who I am (no) I've been looking back (yeah) Tryna understand (yeah) I wish I could cry (yeah) But y'all made me a man (yeah) So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah) Therapist say I got trauma (yeah) Managers say I need commas (yeah) I just really think I need solace Some days, wish I ain't make all these promises I go for drinks every night that I don't want At what point am I an alcoholic? Say what you all want but my whole childhood Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah When I was 11 got robbed, now my man's pops Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day Knew it's only me and I couldn't truly count on shit, that's real Got a girl I'm so in love with, but I'm afraid to be her everything Guess that's why I always joke about wedding rings 'Cause I'm afraid I'm unlovable in the long run Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present Looking for love amongst likes and faves Tell me, how I'm supposed to find friendship? I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus I just want someone to say "I see you" and mean it, is that too intensive? I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time I think it's time to go offline I've been having a hard time (I ain't got no metaphor there, that's just real shit) People saying right things at the wrong time At least I want be better than I was I used to think like, "I better be discussed" Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz I know how I feel (yeah) That ain't who I am (no) I've been looking back (yeah) Tryna understand (yeah) I wish I could cry (yeah) But y'all made me a man (yeah) So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah) Therapists say I got trauma (yeah) Managers say I need commas (yeah) I just really think I need solace Some days wish I ain't make all these promises I go for drinks every night that I don't want At what point am I an alcoholic? Say what you all want but my whole childhood Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it