​i’m too busy in despair.

[Intro]
"I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit.”

[Verse]
Everyday I wake up, same old shit
Same life, same thoughts, same all black fit
Mom disappointed with the same damn kid
Still broke, still sad, still real feelings hid
I ain't got a job, imma be a fucking bum
Still broke, still sad, still living with my mom
In the same damn house in the same damn room
With the same damn mind and the same damn view
Hate it that I have created this world that I'm in and I cannot erase it
Yeah, I make music but that's fucking basic
I just wish that I could make myself face it
I'm in despair, hit me up when I'm not
There ain't no pill to fix what I have got
But that smoke chill me out when I am feelin' hot
So I don't give a fuck if my brain gonna rot
Broke is expensive and I can't afford
​unknxwn. ain't the person that you should adore
Every night when I write, I just fall to the floor
Then the carpet just soaks up my tears even more
Aye, I'm a sad piece of shit, I ain't gone never gone get me a bitch
I ain't gone never gone feel any bliss
If I took my life I don't think I'd be missed
We all been raised to think money is real
To the point where people would even kill, ain't gonna lie to be honest I will
Hate seein' mail and all of it is bills, I'm in despair hit me up when I'm not
There ain't no pill to fix what I have got
But that smoke chill me out when I am feelin' hot
So I don't give a fuck if my brain gonna rot