Lyrics Worried - Whxami, Lil Xtra

Worried

Said I’ve been away for awhile
And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it
So whatchu know about it?
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
My arms are cold and bloody
And I’ve been distant for a very long time
I still don’t know how she feel about me
I get to thinking about it
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
This is my suicide, I guess she know
I’ve been worried being broke
Worried being alone
Worried I’ma die young
And suffer if I grow old
And I’m tired of these nights spent crying
While I justify it for why I never pick up the phone
You wanted me to be honest, well then baby you got it
Everyone afraid to die is somehow suicidal
And I spend a lot time in my head tryna fight it
Fuck it, I ain’t keeping secrets to myself
What’s the problem?
I’ve been worried about my health, my obsessive order
Worried I’ma never prove everybody else wrong
That I can do the shit I want, fuck following orders
Worried that I’m just a joke stuck wallowing off
My depressive mindset just wanna let go
And I’m tired of the fact it’s hard trying to fix artists, so I’m off this
This is me, isn’t this what you wanted?
So I thought, and I’m lost, tell where is you goin'?
Said I’ve been away for awhile
And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it
So whatchu know about it?
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
My arms are cold and bloody
And I’ve been distant for a very long time
I still don’t know how she feel about me
I get to thinking about it
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
This is my suicide, I guess she know
Yeah, I know I’ve been distant
I tried to listen to the words that you said
But I’m feeling resistant
Black hole of emotions, my whole existence
I deserve everything but forgiveness
Earning my way, but I can’t buy health
Depressing the impressions of (?) the wealth
Everyone searching for the man himself
Tryna find another path to the way that we felt
Through the drugs and the sex and the life I lived
To be honest, I ain’t really got much to give
Abridged my life story to save the kids
And I don’t even know what the problem is
But I know that I’m done smoking mids
I’m done being broke with no accomplishments
I’m done being a joke to your accomplices
And now I’m rolling smoke with confidence
Because I know myself, and I know the way that I am
Motherfucker, come and make my day
Y’all laughed, tryna say that I won’t make my way
So don’t ask about the motherfucking cash I make
I’m doing fine
Don’t know your name, I’m just tryna make mine
You’re all the same and I’m done being nice
Fuck being famous, your soul is the price
I hope that I’m wrong but I’m probably right
So I’m iso'
I might go get psycho
'Cause I’m ice cold
You might know that I fight so let’s cut it
Making my music is all that I got these days
I feel no embrace, I can’t see your face
Said I’ve been away for awhile
And now I still don’t know how I’ma go about it
So whatchu know about it?
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
My arms are cold and bloody
And I’ve been distant for a very long time
I still don’t know how she feel about me
I get to thinking about it
Well ain’t it perfect?
I fell through the tiles
I’m bleeding out onto the floor around me
This is my suicide, I guess she know