[Intro]

Why the fuck do I feel so dead?

I'm stuck in this field in my head

I’m not depressed, entirely

I guess I'm lost in there, inside of me

[Verse]

I fetch truth, yes, but let's assume death is the truth

Every time you shoot for success there’s a wound suppressed

I bet 22 percent of humans choose to be safe and simply shoot less

Like a game where there's only 1 play that you get

Plus, it ain't yet game over, so you then-

Spend your time wondering how far abuse gets

Maybe get a new chest and protect it with a bulletproof vest

But who says you can't test your roots

And shoot through your two breasts?

Bring 2 friends to take turns like "Who's next?"

We all have brains but ain't it so true

Loads of youth, in the heads, are too dead

Especially now that we get told we ain't gonna make

A break through to where we want to get

Set the bar high to reach far right up to the high skies

So when they truly respect you, when the fuck do you get to rest?

After you've expressed how much shit that you perfect

Try to make your bars rhyme so hard you could pummel

Even the times that you miss lines

I risk writing bits that kids miss, like it’s shite

Seems I think like I’m the best guy, the king of rhymes

Yeah, give me a biscuit, it appears I'm trying-

To question why climb if all I get is another dying hype?

I suppose most of us are living a shit life

Everything decays, yeah, ain’t that adorable?

The hype survives when I try to buy lies kinda like the apple of Einstein

Wait, fuck! Wrong science guy

For any fruit that drops at all

Taste the best juice, right when the orange falls

I rap all day practising whenever possible

Locking all my flaws n call myself an oracle

And cross out all the chores crossable

Sometimes I don't jot my thoughts

They buy thots just to get ideas for the chorus, shall-

We stop applauding the shit I call horrible

I const'ly hear those mumble songs the kids like to perform at school

And shit grime I'm so bored o’ y'all

Look rich as if you bought a mall

Instead of causing big crimes for all the jewels

I produce myself and record it all with a mic that is affordable

Huh, now ain't that just proper cool?

"innit fam", wanna take the mick again?

Mock a "midget" friend? Or "that kid with Tourettes"?

How 'bout the big n fat kid or the one you bring in chats

Saying that he's a pan, huh

Well, here's the plan: Bring it back and we don't think to slap

Here we stand as if we're linking hands

Lyrics lack? No, your thinking is just bad

We sink in sand, ink on my pad, yeah

[Chorus]

Why the fuck do I feel so dead?

I'm stuck in this field in my head

I'm not depressed, entirely

I guess I'm lost in there, inside of me

And I don't take no pills or any meds

I don't fake my feels, I'm just fed with dread

I'm not depressed, though I cry to me

I'd like to believe so, but I find me bleeding, yeah

[Chorus]

Why the fuck do I feel so dead? (I feel so dead)

I'm stuck in this field in my head (Stuck in this field in my head)

I'm not depressed (Not depressed), entirely (Entirely)

I guess I'm lost in there, inside of me (Inside of me)

And I don't take no pills or any meds (Or any meds)

I don't fake my feels (No I don't), I'm just fed with dread (Fed with dread)

I'm not depressed (I don't think I am), though I cry to me (Cry to me)

I'd like to believe so, but I find me bleeding, yeah