制作
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Bromar
作曲
制作和工程
Cryptic
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歌词
I really overthink stuff, huh
Well, that's for you to decide
We all have a poison and we all self-medics
But shit is suicide if you gon' tell me I didn't try
Shawty love the way that I ball tho
We own in the feel up in our house
I'm the monster in your bed, I'm a call out
Stop ya frontin' I'm a pull this sawed off
You was talkin' shit, I would look where you walk
I knock your ass down and I'm on a zany bar
So next time you better not flex, just stop
Stop
Just stop
Shawty, Shawty love the way that I ball tho
We own in the feel up in our house
I'm the monster in your bed, I'm a call out
Stop ya frontin' I'm a pull this sawed off
You was talkin' shit, I would look where you walk
I knock your ass down and I'm on a zany bar
So next time you better not flex, just stop
Stop
Just stop
All tears flow from the same source
Is it trauma that's keepin' your bed from bein' warm
Or is it deeper than coagulation?
All I know is I'll do anything to try my best when thoughts swarm
I've really given my all, huh
Yeah, I guess it's just not enough
I've put myself to the standard, huh?
While I'm starin' at this bottle, psyche weakens
Like why she doin' this shit on a weekend
I'm supposed to be happy, just a distraction
Nother' way to cope in my head, but I want action
I don't wanna be here, No, not in this booth
I'm talkin' I don't wanna be here; I'm speakin' my brutal truth
At least just fuck me if you're gonna do this all night again
You're not in the mood, you're never in the mood, is it me?
Don't tell me you're talkin' to her ex again
I swear to fuckin' God, I act a fool like he's done nothin
I can't stand when you ignore me
It's deceit but my shaky legs tell me you're not the reason
No, you see, we put the blame on our past lovers
And smother all our lies and words to use it as a cover
Too hard to believe that that was who we really were as fuckin' people
Could you'd take no responsibility when I was paranoid
Stressin' where you were at night
To see your phone and find out you were seein' him
While I was lookin' after my son
The lies
I might be selfish
I also might've been with a certain someone
Who couldn't see me in pain or grievin
So they joked about my insecurity's so fuck it
Shawty love the way that I ball tho
We own in the feel up in our house
I'm the monster in your bed, I'm a call out
Stop ya frontin' I'm a pull this sawed off
You was talkin' shit, I would look where you walk
I knock your ass down and I'm on a zany bar
So next time you better not flex, just stop
Stop
Just stop
Shawty, Shawty love the way that I ball tho
We own in the feel up in our house
I'm the monster in your bed, I'm a call out
Stop ya frontin' I'm a pull this sawed off
You was talkin' shit, I would look where you walk
I knock your ass down and I'm on a zany bar
So next time you better not flex, just stop
Stop
Just stop
It was your darkness holding me accountable for my warmth
To feel safe in such a state where my health was little to nothing
My father saw it early, he fuckin' warned me
When I was only lookin' forward and never above
I need to get out
Get out of my head
My brainstorm is gettin' messy with these clouds of doubt
And I dread to see the end, but this is it
My hands start shakin, my body's sinkin
My face is blank but I can't stop the thinkin
Like what if it's better? Nobody needs me
What's my worth while I ain't bleedin
Fiending for some fuckin' love in the scenery while you front
Tell me I'm worth it, No
Tell me you fuckin' need me
Tell me my bigger picture!
Cause you seem like you got me all worked out"Depression, an alcoholic that bottles all his hate"
But you want more
You want me to fuckin' decay into nothin
Because I was under your control"You have to step up, Reece""You haven't cleaned up dinner, Reece""Why haven't you been saving money for your fuckin' future, Reece""You need to gain weight, Reece""You need more sleep, just find some work
But stay awake a bit longer we've barely talked at all today!" like
Which one is it?
Do I get a shitty job paying minimum wage and end up caving in
Put my passion up on a shelf to grind a life of hating this
To make her happy while I think of what could've been daily
Bitch, I'm callin' out
It's all my fault
In the end, this was my doing
No one caught on
Written by: Bro Mar, Bromar, Reece Bramley

