Released on June 19, 2020

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[Verse 1]

Last year I was anxious, this year I'm like double that

Pills, no more thanks but, they gave me a double pack

I'm here all cranked up, spine weighed down under wraps

I'm laid down on the cluttered tracks

No safe ground on this fuckin' map, no

I'm tryna live just like you do

I know these tendencies are not usual

But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red

I wanna be that little kid again, bruh

I see him walking on the range

He's 11 with these dreams of stalkin' fame with his game

At 37 I can't even board a plane the same

I wonder if my mind is truly gone for good


[Chorus]

You can find me locked up in bed

Bill collectors say I'm in debt

Guess I probably could've been dead

Now I'm lookin' at my wits' end

Had some money should've invest

Spent it all on stupid shit, yes

Guess I probably could've been dead

Now I'm lookin' at my wits' end, yeah


[Verse 2]

Last year I was anxious, this year I'm like triple that

Pills, no more thanks but, they gave me a triple pack

I'm here all cranked up, spine weighed down cripple back

Now I can't stand with the fact

I'm manic panic in a second flat, I'm

Tryna live just like you do

I know these tendecies are not usual

But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red

I wanna be that little kid again, bruh

I see him walkin' into frame

He's 17 with dreams of battlin' to gain his grain

At 37 I can't even take a bit of strain

I'm hopin' that my mind ain't truly gone for good


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]

Last year I was anxious, this year I'm a timebomb

Them pills never got the hang but

I take 'em when I need to find calm

I walk in with the same strut, even though I think my mind's gone

I sit here making strange cuts, waitin' for you to get my songs, and

I'm tryna live just like you do

I know these tendecies are not usual

But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red

I wanna be that little kid again, bruh

I see him walkin' on the stage

He's 25 and fightin' to estrange from the lame

At 37 I'm so jaded I can't even aim

I'm feelin' that my mind is truly gone for good


[Chorus]