[Verse 1]

It was me and my notepad when I was a young no-hoper

Suddenly you're grown up and it ain't much like the brochure

Then you keep it silent like the p that's in pneumonia

Am I getting closer or farther? Went the hard way like Kokoda

She called for closure but she knew it wasn't exclusive

I also told her I love her, maybe that was stupid

Even slept over, she did yoga, superfood and turmeric

And the pussy tight like student units, don't wanna lose it

If the shoe fit, she coulda had Louboutins, Jimmy Choos on

Hit a few bumps, sleeping on futons, from paying with coupons to

Copping a coupe, these dreams giving me goosebumps

Feel like Kubrick, turn this music to a movie, to a movement

And a few kids in the crowd they got that glint like the words I say

Explain how they feel, don't make no sense, 'cause I ain't even

Know how I feel, I know these demons got me pinned

But I wouldn't let them demons win, c'mon man

[Chorus]

There's nowhere left to hide (Nowhere)

The ghosts are in my mind

But I'm not scared now (Not scared, no)

The shadows seem to creep (Oh)

Closer to my feet (Closer to my feet now)

But I'm not scared now (I'm not scared)

[Verse 2]

I been toxic to every girl I ever been with

I call them crazy but maybe he is

Why I'm so fucked up, I got my reasons

Why I'm so fucked up, I got my reasons, Jesus

I've been talking fast at therapy, that's more bang for your buck

Told that bitch to fix me, if you don't I'll fuck this office up

How come every time I get my way but still it ain't enough?

Chasing an illusion you never touch

Wrote my car off drinking and driving, it's not me, it's the liquor

Besides, I think my dealer should have just delivered

Wish that I could scratch it from the record, chicka chicka

I promised my girl I would change, she's like quicker, quicker

I won't front, low on funds, tried to withdraw, my stomach sunk

My car don't skrr, it just clunk, on the bus, sit in gum

Addicted to them girls in dunks, white Air Force 1s, I eat the cunt

Wet like a sponge, she got no flaws, acrylic claws, tan like Trump

She hate my guts till I put it in her guts, and then she stunned

I love her so, till I make her love me back, then I run

Now she at Sweet Greens, Tender Greens, looking for a better me

She probably do it by the end of week

[Interlude]

Hi, it's me calling again

I'm the rap song voicemail girl

I leave you annoying messages and I'm not real

I'm just a representation of your distorted perception of women

Anyway, call me back