Uh, living in a generation
Where only commas get an exclamation
Tryna keep my mental patientI′m a mental patient though I ain't hesitating
No, wish I would though
Yeah, feeling hurt
I don′t know the origin, that be the worst
Let's just keep on pouring, see who'll feel it first
That′s how whiskey and relationships and feelings work
I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain′t who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y′all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapist say I got trauma (yeah)
Managers say I need commas (yeah)
I just really think I need solace
Some days, wish I ain't make all these promises
I go for drinks every night that I don′t want
At what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my whole childhood
Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah
When I was 11 got robbed, now my man′s pops
Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day
Knew it's only me and I couldn't truly count on shit, that′s real
Got a girl I′m so in love with, but I'm afraid to be her everything
Guess that′s why I always joke about wedding rings
'Cause I′m afraid I'm unlovable in the long run
Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present
Looking for love amongst likes and faves
Tell me, how I′m supposed to find friendship?
I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus
I just want someone to say
"I see you" and mean it, is that too intensive?
I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time
I think it′s time to go offline
I′ve been having a hard time
(I ain't got no metaphor there, that′s just real shit)
People saying right things at the wrong time
At least I want be better than I was
I used to think like, "I better be discussed"
Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz
I know how I feel (yeah)
That ain′t who I am (no)
I've been looking back (yeah)
Tryna understand (yeah)
I wish I could cry (yeah)
But y′all made me a man (yeah)
So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)
Therapists say I got trauma (yeah)
Managers say I need commas (yeah)
I just really think I need solace
Some days wish I ain't make all these promises
I go for drinks every night that I don't want
At what point am I an alcoholic?
Say what you all want but my whole childhood
Bitch, I was a target, and I can′t call it
