They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams

They’re burying me with my dead dreams

That still work

I'm doing better now- thanks for asking

I was dancing in a field full of caskets

A good kid, grew up fast, got into fashion

Hit the rap trap, backpacked out to Atlanta

And I'm out. They say misery loves company

So every other psychopath come to me now

I know just how it feels to be out by yourself

When you feel so hollow, got you howling at moons you-

You'll never know, you'll never know

Where my mind goes, through highs and lows

You'll never see how much I've grown

You won't believe if I don’t show

An eternity spent inside a Midwest autumn

I've been dreaming about a place like this for so long, caught up

In all this hustle, leaves rustle, ultimately stalling

Cemetery breeze inside a casket or a coffin

They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams

They’re burying me with my dead dreams

That still work

We are them sad boys who always in they feels

When you listen on your worst days but fuck them culture vultures

I hope someday I see what I've become from what was dealt

Feelings I felt, living hell, sensing trepidation

Colloquial terms, just what the fuck is y'all saying?

Y'all sipping, y'all leanin, and I'm with it, don't get it twisted

'Til its popping charts but plays parts of accidental suicides

Two icons, two years and I think I know whose next

It's hard to put the story of my life inside a box

It's hard to find the right words or defy a ticking clock

If I die a nightmare, just know I lived a dreamer

When I act tough it covers up soft interior

Living in a screen to make Apollo Clone official

With a job that pays the bills but makes me want to cut my wrists though, homie

How this shit get easier? I'll sign it and initial

If I die tonight it will be of my own volition

They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams

They’re burying me with my dead dreams

That still work