When I look at you, I know you had no flaws

Get me so excited, fucking, bouncing, off the walls

One, two, three, four, five

Tell me why you look surprised

I'm not one to tell lies

Do your thing, and I will happily do mine

(Do mine)

Leave me alone, I want no parts

All the distance I've shown, always dressed all dark

Can't do this on my own, but I know I'm smart

Smoking, drinking, thinking, hope this shit stops my heart

On your mark, get set, flow

Can't talk to anyone cause I don't want nobody to know

How I think on a daily, these songs I've made lately

You can hear I'm going crazy, seeing chaos that played off

To help my parents create me

One, two, three, four, five

Tell me why you look surprised

I'm not one to tell lies

Do your thing, and I will happily do mine

(Do mine)

I'm cooling, but I wish I was dead

I mean, I'm depressed, and I don't care about what's said

I mean, I'm blessed, and happy I'm not on meds

I mean, I want to smoke until I can't feel my legs

And I'm in love, denying it is futile

Been distancing myself so much, just, a touch got me feeling

Like

Oh, I do smile, and it's been a while

Guess love, bruh, is either in or out

If it's a sin, then I doubt I'ma make it to the afterlife

Hurt by hoes, but I know another chapter might

Rekindle the light

Encourage the hype, get me living life, and living it right

Instead of this shit, because I don't get this

People out here acting different, switching with the quickness

Like trying different lipsticks

But I know I draw their interest

Huhu, yeuh

One, two, three, four, five

Tell me why do you look surprised

I'm not one to tell lies

Do your thing, and I will happily do mine

One, two, three, oh, my

Why do we try to fix things that just might

Tear us appart

Mama don't want me, but that's okay

My father ball-busting, but I'm not fazed

My family can't trust him, that's what they say

Head knocking, concussion, I don't know which way is up

I look down and see hell

Look up to see devils

Goofy as Donald, but Mickey ain't clever

Hide on them Pluto

The time it'll take, I'll never return the stress

I'll be dead by then, cardiac arrest

Either that or a lack of sex

I'ma go totally insane, so far away

But I'd rather be alone than fake throughout another day

J-A-Y

I'm gone