1989

[Intro]
Eli, that thing somethin'

[Verse]
Yeah, we're all depressed
Our minds are dark, we're lost in it, our thoughts are nuts
That's why we keep 'em trapped inside our consciousness
The problem is we're scared to be an honest friend
We're on the fence—"Are they really judging me?" It all depends
Think back to the first time you felt trauma, go ponder
Realest thoughts you'll have is up in yo' showеr
Bro, how did the world we live in bеcome so sour?
Who's shouting? We're unhealed kids, that's why we're all pouting
Only difference is we're grown now
We got a spouse, we got some kids, we got a home now
They could be judging you, or it could be all pretend
But when we don't heal from our past, we project it all to them
Hear me, friend
I paint these vivid pictures with these lyrics
Just so you can hear 'em, really hope you have an ear to bend
Search your heart, don't give that thing to no one
If they barely know themselves, how you think that's gonna hold up?
You deserve the best, we're all just tryna find our way
We coax the algorithm, skip the comments, likes unless you save
Please don't be afraid to ask for guidance and some help
This letter's not for everyone, it's written for my younger self, yeah