| A buncha acid with blunt ashes, I’m passin' out
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| Without a doubt I’m way too trapped, I cannot get out
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| See I’ve been waiting, I been wasting all my fucking time
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| Just for you to tell me that I’m not the one
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| When you said it to my face, bitch it hit my soul
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| But I will never ever ever lose my self control (Self control)
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| Yes this place that I’ve been staying has been so cold (So cold)
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| I don’t really know where I wanna go (I don’t know)
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| I feel like nothing, so alone at the function
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| I’m always running from something
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| I don’t know what the fuck I’m running from
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| But I’m running from it
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| I run in, fuck it up and become it
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| To sum it up I’m on top of a summit
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| I jump in and plummet right to my death
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| Cause life is nothing but stress
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| And repercussions like by the dozen
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| Them looks with some judgement
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| But it’s like fuck their assumption
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| I had to move it, had to move it
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| Let’s make a movie, you knew this
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| I am only human, I cannot do this
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| And honestly the truth is
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| Honestly the truth is I feel so fucking useless |
| I’m stuck in repetition
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| I’m always quick to envision
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| A different life that I’m living
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| I’m never quick with decisions
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| Go ghost for a minute
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| I never feel like I’m finished
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| Emotions start to diminish
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| Get the picture, the image
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| I’m always pushed to a limit
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| I’m fucking sick of this gimmick
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| And this shit when I spit it
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| Y’all probably don’t even listen
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| When all this friction has ‘em been bringing out the fiction that’s hidden
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| Cause everybody feins they just wanna get they fixin' |