What if I don't want the shit they sold me? Is it bad to say I miss the old me? I feel like I'm sinking slowly I'm so fucking tired of coping All this pressure, I might break, uh So much pressure, I might break, uh You can't see the weight I'm holding Don't know how much more I can take on What if I don't want the shit they sold me? Is it bad to say I miss the old me? I feel like I'm sinking slowly I'm so fucking tired of coping All this pressure, I might break, uh So much pressure, I might break, uh You can't see the weight I'm holding Don't know how much more I can take on
I told my family, "I won't be sad when I'm rich" (Hang on) Why the fuck this money ain't been fixin' shit? (No) I got a bag and everybody need they fix, huh (Everybody) Hope that I got it, I'll be wrong if I don't give it out Maybe I like the abuse 'Cause it remind me of my parents when I'm fightin' with you I don't really think they hearin' what I write in the booth Sometimes I wanna be like Chase and give my life to this noose, huh But fuck it, I'm still fightin' through I made a song 'bout gettin' sober, I'm still high as the roof And right now, I'm way too fucked up to be out drivin' this Coupe Yo, this shit way deeper than music, I been writin' my truth, uh
What if I don't want the shit they sold me? Is it bad to say I miss the old me? I feel like I'm sinking slowly I'm so fucking tired of coping All this pressure, I might break, uh So much pressure, I might break, uh You can't see the weight I'm holding Don't know how much more I can take on (On)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
