Excuses

Why you fake like tofu
Sick of all these people thinking they know what I go through
You think it's a lie but that shit is fucking so true
Don't you
Have a fucking conscious
That shit must've been blown through
Life is fucking nonsense
And I'm about to break free
I miss 2018 I miss when my life was fucking simple
Now it makes me
Pretty fucking miserable It's difficult to
Chase these
Things that make me happy
I'm actually in a great dream

I wish that shit was the truth but it's just a lie
I keep searching for my roots
But I hit the sky
What I mean is I can't smoke
Cope and sit inside
And just hope this shit would fly
I just don't know if it's time

Yeah that's the fucking thoughts
That run through my head
Yeah
They're too fucking harsh
They'd make you upset
Now if you're about to starve
What do you do next
Slowly start to tear apart your arms
Eating human flesh

Like That's the way it fucking feels to be an artist
Like I'm tearing through this skin
And I try my fucking hardest
And I finally get it finished
And they tell me that it's garbage
And so that's the way I treat it
It gets mentally discarded

And it's Never used
Never really gave a fuck bout getting views
Only spit out lyrics and I let it ooze
All this shit you do is always based around just letting loose
You could use some dignity
Not to mention most the shit you do is fucking Sickening
Tell me another story that isn't fucking
Interesting
Totally fucking boring
Forgive me for my misery
You making me fall the fuck asleep
Why the fuck do these
People keep on tryna fuck with me
When I just wanna dream

Peacefully
Smoking too much weed this week
Everything you struggle with inside
I do easily
Only if they had a bit of drive
And some decency
You really got me
Doubting you'll survive in this industry
It's pretty fucking ruthless
Everything you do is
Pretty fucking useless
Drop a bunch of music I'm sick of all your
Excuses