| Trying out sobriety
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| Giving me anxiety
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| Sizzlin' inside of me
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| Little kids admire me
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| I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t wanna die
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| Yeah, wake up every night with the devil in my eyes
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| And he’s telling me, he’s telling me, he’s telling me «get high»
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| He keep telling me «get high»
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| He keep — yeah
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| Now days just cloudy, I feel the pressure keep building
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| And just to get me out of bed I need the masculine feeling
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| I been depressed, I been upset, I been obsessed with the feeling
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| It keep on stressin', stressin' me out
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| Extra extra, just kill me
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| And we just buried my grandpa last week
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| Felt fake, it felt like bad dreams
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| Stay awake at night, I can’t sleep
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| Keep playing out the last scene
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| Trying out sobriety
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| Giving me anxiety
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| Sizzlin' inside of me
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| Little kids admire me
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| I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t wanna die
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| She’s asking if I love her
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| Can she by my baby mother?
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| Only question that she has
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| Am I seeing any other girls?
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| I don’t wanna lie
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| I don’t wanna lie
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| Yeah, Rebecca and Glory slid in my messages horny
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| This my confession, I’m sorry
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| We used protection in morning
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| After pills, after the party
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| Then we went separately home
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| And then you were texting me a recipe for domestic performing
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| No, no, no, I don’t wanna fight
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| I just wanna love
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| But sometimes my dick
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| Make me be a dog
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| Trying out sobriety
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| Giving me anxiety
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| Sizzlin' inside of me
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| Little kids admire me
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| I don’t wanna die
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| I don’t wanna die |