Popular Loner

[Chorus]
Chrome Heart and I ain't talking 'bout what's inside my chest
You said what's up on my chest, mind your business, get yo racks
Crush the weed with my fingers, got crumbs all over my desk
I'm so sorry for the mess, my life really is a mess
I thought when I was younger I would turn out like the rest
High school, realized I cannot hang with the rest
I'm a popular loner, feel better by myself
Always did this shit myself
Single, solo with no help, no help
No help, no help
Chrome Heart and I ain't talking 'bout what's inside my chest
You said what's up on my chest, mind your business, get yo racks
Crush the weed with my fingers, got crumbs all over my desk
I'm so sorry for the mess, my life really

[Verse]
My life really is a mess
Yeah, I needed to confess
I just wanna better myself so I can live just like the rest
And I'm tired of feeling stressed
Lately it feels like I don't get shit up off my chest
And I'm hearing voices and they all up in my head
I be seeing after images, they prancing in my head
Smoke, smoking on that dope and it make my brain go dead
Can't remember what you said, I don't care anyway
Never cared anyway
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care