Isn’t that what u want me to think?

I live my life like i'm a broken man
Troubled by all my demons and my sins
Often forgotten how it always is
Left back and cast out, i'm a piece of shit
Isn't that what you want me to think?

Pissed off at the thought that i can do it for free
Still plagued by all this fucking evil i see
What is freedom and peace if you can't go back to sleep?
Why am i always decided that i'll never believe?
In the moments that make me that nigga dressed to succeed
Doubts bleeding out the mouth again it leave me deceased
Shouts pleading getting louder with the absеnce of dreams
Why don't anything remain how you rеmember it be?
Waking just to sleep, if i don't then i don't dream
When i'm cold and getting mean it's because i fuck up everything
Overloaded bust the seams, i'm imploding i don't think
That i'm chosen for the things i think about when i'm on beans
And that four-five in my jeans, it say OFF-WHITE on my seams
You look sideways now you beamed
Then my party hop off of the scene
I cannot fuck with these new ones
Because they always be out switching they teams
Flipping that shit make a hit
Then get back to the things in my crib that i know that i need