| Sometimes I wonder why I’m even here
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| Or if I have the strength to persevere
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m somebody else
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| Who’s going mental with their mental health
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| Sometimes I wonder if I’ll die alone
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| 'Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls
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| Sometimes I think about a younger me
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| If he’d be proud of the man he sees
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| I guess I’m rich, I made it out my town
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| I played in front of thousands, you know I shut it down
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| Look, little Bazzi, I’m living out our dreams
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| Mama cry every time we on the TV
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| Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib
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| And you couldn’t even dream of the girl that you with
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| Remember all your idols and the people that we love
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| I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs
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| Was all doin'
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| Jesus
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| I think I need, I think I need some
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| Jesus
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| Rich enough and sad as fuck
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| I’m lonely
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| Oh, I am, I am, I am
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| I’m so lonely
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| I’m the man, I guess I am
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| But I’m still
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| What’s funny is, is
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| My whole life I thought making money and being praised would give me some kind
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| of happiness
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| And I wanted those things because I was concerned about what everyone else
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| thought of me
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| I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel accepted
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| And then I realized that I could never feel anybody’s pain or their happiness
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| I could only feel mine
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| In the car, in the house
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| And the fame never made me feel anything except separated, and intoxicated,
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| and honestly kinda grossed
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| Don’t get me wrong, nice things are fun, I like nice things but you just can’t
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| base your human value on them
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| Because at the end of the day, they don’t mean anything
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| If I’m not happy, I’m a sad guy in a nice car
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| If I don’t have any real friends or family, I’m just a lonely guy in a big home
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| Damn |