[Verse 1]

I’m stuck inside a box in my own little space

Tired, unhealthy, desultory, locked in comatose

Alone going super insane, I’m just so random

Weak to my bones, I’m aching

After this hopefully I’ll be able to stop

Cause I’ve been on this stupid grind for too long

I really wanna stop, I really do

But time ain’t gonna help

I gotta take care of this myself and be strong

Trials and tribulations, this is my journey

I feel the fever’s beginning

But I also feel the fever’s end

Bloom in the springtime, suffering from the blues

On to the next one, I gotta keep it moving

No regrets, let’s just move out of here

I wanna leave this period in my life so desperately

I’m desperate, need I say more

Oh man, tryna keep my mind in check

Walking around with no sort of plan or vision

Uh, dumbed face all blanked and weirded out

Burdens in my head, call them the migraines

Always holding grudges

Always feeling jealousy towards other artists and musicians

Taking walks around places

And feel the atmosphere of the ground beneath my feet

Making and creating a style for myself

That I don’t even like, enjoy, or dig

Started from the bottom but I ain’t rising any higher

Cause I keep starting myself at the bottom, no rise

That’s it, I’m done

I’m moving on