I wanna stop it all Tell myself I’m doing better when I’m not at all Nobody sees it, so they never tell me “Knock it off” Maybe they’re just not involved (Oh no) They just standin’ outside in a huddle What’s the point of playing when I know I’ll fumble? It’s me, myself, and I that gets in trouble, but Um…
Bitch, I’ve been on tens since I turned ten A lot of rules to the game but I learned them I broke them all and reversed them Tell myself I’m never gonna go or how I’ve been the worst yet The locked doors turnin’ new ways out I heard they only turn to you because the truth played out If I keep listenin’ to demo when it’s too laid down And I duck when the motherfuckers do spray rounds
Why do I feel like a reject When I know I got your respect? I wish I could stop just to reset But I can’t Then why do I feel like a let-down? All like the words of my self-doubt I wish I could call out for help now But I can’t
And I can’t, and I can’t So why do I feel like a let-down? I wish I could call out for help now But I can’t
Leave me alone This why I stay on my own Ain’t waiting to get in my zone Fuck what you’ve seen I keep it real as my reps Every word I say I mean Why do I got a problem inside? I gotta learn that I’m better than [?] Also my conscience is way out my mind It’s impossible, it’s gonna eat me alive And I tell ’em all
Gave a lot of nothing, came back, yeah Always cautious, wouldn’t like my last back Pushing me, went past that Lookin’ over the edge from a glass step I hope to God this will be my last breath I got a family back at home and they need this change He’s been working way too long so I don’t beat his change If I gotta sell my soul and beat and leave these chains That’s the way you’ll ever be detained So what the fuck am I mad for? I throw my parlors off to the backboard No re-benefits needed to pass more You losers are mad sore I’m getting all the shit that I asked For when I’m down, and just look at the past more So tell me why
Why do I feel like a reject When I know I got your respect? I wish I could stop just to reset But I can’t Then why do I feel like a let-down? All like the words of my self-doubt I wish I could call out for help now But I can’t
And I can’t, and I can’t So why do I feel like a let-down? I wish I could call out for help now But I can’t
They tell me I can’t [?] But I don’t know They tell me I can’t go on [?]
So why do I feel like a let-down? All like the words of my self-doubt I wish I could call out for help now But I can’t