I only keep my friends around for parties

I’m sick of writing my lyrics so hearty

Drank some venom, then I shot myself in the head with a Tommy

Hardy

I listen to Mac so you know that I ain’t tripping

Sitting back, looking at my back, kicking

Feel like I'm living in a pet store all smitten

I only call you bitch, I used to call you kitten

Smoke to forget but remember all your sorrow

Let’s head to bed, we’ll find future in tomorrow

Anxiety ain't all what it's hyped up to be

Well, maybe that's just me

All your dreams turn up as fantasies

Well, maybe that's just me

Girls unbelievable, out of this world

Not unattainable, but might as well

Pretty hair, eyes, face, body and soul

She can have me all, God, take control

Some days I feel like Tyler Durden

The rest I’m here I’m a Tyler burden

I wish I was living pretty, Jordan Belfort

Life is a scam and y’all done fell for it

Sitting in a cool dark room

Thinking I’m Lou Bloom, going to the pool room

Just assume I’m miles, call me baby, baby uh

Just a newer file, call me Bateman, Bateman uh

Maybe we weren’t meant to make it to the moon

I hate succeeding now we sitting here like 'what we do?'

Take a step back, look at what you’ve done

Tell me are you happy? Aren’t you happy?

Smoke to forget but remember all your sorrow

Let’s head to bed we’ll find happiness in tomorrow