Yeah, I tend to get in my feels

Looking at my life like a highlight reel

Conflicted about the way I feel

Like I just want my soul to heal

The voices really aren't ideal

So bad I threw up my last meal

The devil and I just made a deal

So its time to just print the seal and heal

Sometimes I think about life

About going through the pain and the strife

Make me wanna cut my heart with a knife

While I play the blues on the fife

Meanwhile I'm looking for a fight

Just to cap off the whole night

Thinking its gonna be a sight

Or am I playing my cards right?

Should I be reaching for the light

When I'm at the peak of my flight

At the top of the height

When I should be sipping gin and sprite

With the millions of bars that I write

No armor, how could you call me a knight

Take my life, Im thinking that I might

But by the end I hope I'm alright

Hoping I got more will to fight

For the love of my life

On a real note though

I dont know how I got the will to go

Got some shit in my head that will make you go woah

Fighting everyday battling them demons tho

So glad I got my weed and bros

Saying man fuck them hoes

Drugs and no sleep makin time go slow

Whats real? Whats not? I can't say I know

I get real depressed when I am alone

In my head its like a whole different zone

Awake at night I cry and I moan

Trying real hard not to call your phone

Got shakes and shivers down to my bones

I got a tough heart but its not made of stone

Begging and pleading to get to the throne

Hoping that this time my time hasn't blown