Intro: Well, hey stranger It's been a while since I seen you in here How's life? It's seem we have much to discussed Let's get to the bottom of this Shall we?
Verse 1: (Mass Of Man) My mind is scaring me Maybe I need some therapy Barely able to sleep every week and I'm sick and clarity All of my fans cherish me Hanging on but I barely doing the best that I can Sorry, I am not a charity How does that make you feel? Well, it's hard to explain it cuz no one really told me what it's like to be famous If I release an album and they seem to embrace it but if I making happy music, they trying tell me that they're changing? Doesn't that make you mad? Yeah, it's making me crazy My medication isn't working I'm raising my fist daily Constantly I'm panicking Praying it doesn't phase me I'm screaming out for help Will anyone come and save me? Have you tried to meditation? I tried it, it doesn't work I'm impatient and I hate it I'm anxious I'm high alert Haters in the comments have been getting on my nerves It's a prison that I live in I don't even know my worth I think we should help you (ghost?) I'm hoping that does the trick cuz all of this social media really making me sick They tried to fake a smile, for a while but I'm pissed cuz no one truly happy posing on the internet
Chorus: I think there is something wrong All of my thoughts are broken I tried to run from the truth, confused, it's no use when the doors are closing Did I do something wrong? Cuz I never felt so hopeless I tried to run from the truth I'm scared I might lose with my feelings open
Verse 2 : (Enkay47) (Hey Nate, it's been awhile, how've you been?) I've been good I guess Dealing with problems again Jotting my thoughts with a pen Talk in the dark with my friends (Hmm what do they say?)
Well, honestly doc it depends On if I'm going through a lot in my life I know I've got problems alright Just listen to songs that I write Riches from thoughts in my mind I'm vicious like dogs in their prime Ribs are ripped off of their spines Switching the topic is fine
As long as you stop and remind yourself to get back on topic My minds like an attic, it's haunted When I get dramatic, I pause it I'm not even mad I'm exhausted I'm fucking damaged, psychotic
(you need more help) Nah I can manage, I got it Pull out a bag of my chronic
And smoke it until I feel out of it I know I'll make it, no I never doubted it All the mistakes on my plate I devoured it Took a few grand from the bank And I counted it Bitch I'm authentic, no I'm not a counterfeit I've done a lot of shit but I ain't proud of it Look at your circle and who you're surrounded with I know it hurts, you've gotta get out of it
(Nathan can you hold it together?)
I don't think so I think I'll take the medication You gotta drink a though Gotta call from Nico Told me he's gotta single he needs me on Let's blow this shit up just like my ego
Chorus: I think there is something wrong All of my thoughts are broken I tried to run from the truth, confused, it's no use when the doors are closing Did I do something wrong? Cuz I never felt so hopeless I tried to run from the truth I'm scared I might lose with my feelings open
Outro: I think we made a lot of progress today Wouldn't you agree? What do you say same time next week? Will you be paying cash or credit? GreatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
