Wassup?

Okay

Now I rap, and it's ironic

Act lame 'til I'm iconic

I'm socially awkward, it's chronic

Unresolved topics, they historic

Hysterical bitch getting lyrical

Wanna dance, but it's too physical

No bare minimum, never out of syllables

I just need some miracles

I really just need some little miracles

These days, I'm in the realization

Reality made us a reservation

We sit down, I feel nauseous

Tryna calm down my conscience

There's no other option, gotta face it

Gotta fake it 'til I make it

Until I escape it

'Til you stop the hating

Do it 'til I get your ass shaking

You bitch boy

I wanna quit, I wanna get high

Wanna fly, I really wanna change my life

Sometimes, sometimes

I cry and I pray that I drop and die

I wanna quit, I wanna get high

Wanna fly, I really wanna change my life

Sometimes, sometimes

I cry and I pray that I drop and die

Why every step that I take is wrong?

'Cause this shit's taking a lil' too long

Every passing day, I just more believe

There's something inherently wrong with me

So to speak, I've never been, never seen

Tryna breathe, tryna squeeze

The last drops right from my soul

And I'm scared that it might go flop

'Fore I can be something or somebody

That brings some freshness to your psyche

Say that I'm good, come on, say that you like me

Stuck in a loop, stuck in my room

I've started to assume

That I'm a doom

And I'm making a fool

Of myself, and I'm overwhelmed

I wanna quit, but I'm hungry for some bliss

I'm tryna make it to the next season

Every time passing one, I'm high on my reason, that's why

I wanna quit, I wanna get high

Wanna fly, I really wanna change my life

Sometimes, sometimes

I cry and I pray that I drop and die

I wanna quit, I wanna get high

Wanna fly, I really wanna change my life

Sometimes, sometimes

I cry and I pray that I drop and die

Cry and I pray that I drop and die

Cry and I pray that I drop and die

Cry and I pray that I drop and die