Confused

[Part I]

[Intro]
Con
Yeah, so I'm back on it, turn my back on it, yeah
I just count up them bands, keep them tracks comin', yeah
Hit my phone, don't respond, I've been bad on it
I've got to try a hundred things, get right back on it, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, so I'm back on it, turn my back on it, yeah
I just count up them bands, keep them tracks comin', yeah
Hit my phone, don't respond, I've been bad on it
I've got to try a hundred things, get right back on it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
No different way
Don't know what I should say
It's been weeks, been months
Led me astray
I'm just confused, don't know what to do
Look at the solutions and there is just some times
Do not feel like you, yeah
Don't feel like you
Got nothin' to prove, but really, you could just
Respond, yeah, the hell did I do? Uh
I never did anything, yeah
I come to you just for a simple thing
And I guess you are just busy then, yeah
Remember the days that you said that you cared
Well, shit, I'm really missin' them, yeah
Don't know what it is, but what's gotten into you?
Well, I am just sick of it, yeah
Stuck in my ways, and you're stuck in yours
Lookin' for where I can shut the door
I might just delete it, forget the ignore
Message I sent, I can't stop to implore, yeah
I think I'm gonna think of it, I'm really losin' it, I'm goin' insane
Stuck in my brain, lost in my thoughts, it's a huge freakin' maze
I know what it is
But the more I try, I can't seem to separate from the pain, yeah

[Bridge]
I'm losin' it in here
I'm losin' it in here
I'm losin' it in here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, so I'm back on it, turn my back on it, yeah
I just count up them bands, keep them tracks comin', yeah
Hit my phone, don't respond, I've been bad on it
I've got to try a hundred things, get right back on it, yeah, yeah

[Part II]

[Intro 2]
*cassette tape noises*
Unnecessarry Beats

[Hook]
I'm drippin' all over myself in the back (Yeah)
When I rip out my hair, I get over myself (Huh? Ayy)
You could just respond, but for you, not your deal (Yeah, God damn)
Confusin' as hell, been writin' myself (Ayy, yeah)
Thinkin' that it's my fault? What the hell is your deal? (Huh? Ayy)
Take a second just to thank God how I feel (Huh? Yeah)
Been strugglin' with ego, thought (Ayy, ayy)
How 'bout we not don't go in hell, yeah, not go to hell, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Shit, I only ever ask for a little thing
But really, a little thing is the closest you'll get to a bomb threat (Yeah, ayy)
'Cause, see, you ignored me (Huh? What?)
And as simple as it is, you caused that, uh (Yeah)
I been stuck in my brain for the longest time (Yeah)
I think it's a crime the way that I murder a mind (Ayy, yeah)
Old mindset, I don't need no sedatives, I'm gettin' sleep (Yeah)
[?] stop the world with it, uh
In your bed and awake, you still have nightmares (Yeah)
Every time I click and your name in the DM right there (Yeah)
Messin' up my thoughts, it's right there (Right there)
Thinkin' that you're right? That's quite rare (Quite rare)
[?]
I'ma hit you with the gat, and you're gonna dial up right there (Right there)
Just hold up for a second, go ahead and say "Cheese"
'Cause I'm lookin' at you through the sight there (Ooh)

[Hook]
I'm drippin' all over myself in the back (Huh?)
When I rip out my hair, I get over myself (What? What?)
You could just respond, but for you, not your deal (Ayy, ayy)
Confusin' as hell, been writin' myself (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh?)
Thinkin' that it's my fault? What the hell is your deal? (Ooh, yeah)
Take a second just to thank God how I feel (Ayy, huh, ayy)
Been strugglin' with ego, thought (What? Yeah)
How 'bout we not don't go in hell, yeah, not go to hell, ayy (Ayy, yeah ayy)
I'm drippin' all over myself in the back (Yeah, ayy)
When I rip out my hair, I get over myself (Ayy, uh, ayy)
You could just respond, but for you, not your deal ([?])
Confusin' as hell, been writin' myself ([?], huh?)
Thinkin' that it's my fault? What the hell is your deal? (Yeah, God damn)
Take a second just to thank God how I feel ([?])
Been strugglin' with ego, thought ([?], yeah)
How 'bout we not don't go in hell, yeah, not go to hell, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3]
Top of the mansion, I'm keepin' you out of it (What?)
Kickin' you out of here, aren't you proud of me? (Yeah, what?)
I will be fine, yeah, I'm coppin' some Prada, see (Yeah, ayy)
You think you're [?] you ain't allowed to be (Yeah, uh)
Keep the tool in my book-bag
I keep it in check in case a fake'll try to look past
Make greatness, but too scared to move past
Kid with a toy, they don't care about your loose ass

[Bridge]
Uh
Uh! (Yeah, huh?)
(What?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ooh, yeah)
(Huh? What?)
(Yeah)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
(What?)
(Huh? Yeah)
(Ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 4]
Two plus seven in my book-bag, hit 'em wit' the Baretta
You went and cued that that, fake out me with intentions
Yeah, I made it through that, too bad, who's that? (Yeah)
I've been makin', killin' shit and I'ma move past (Ayy, yeah)
Uh!

[Outro]
(Huh? Huh?)