Slow Down

Wish you didn't come home late but I know we gotta live when that rent come in
Livin' at the bottom and I claw my way up
I give a lot of fucks about what everybody say
Never leave my room, make music all day
Go outside, man I feel so fake
Feel like everbody just sees right through me
Feel like I'ma joke, comedy just use me

Tell 'em I'll be in soon
No lie
I'm losin my mind
Lay awake and I sigh

Stress always catchin' up
I'm always actin' up
Lookin' for somethin' ion even know why
Sleep when I die, these bitches look fye
I won't be noticed, in songs I'm a god
Real life I'm a guy
I'm doin' nothin' significant, kill me inside
I'll be at rebel, on the darkest side
In the darkest corner, I lose all my pride
Hate everything that I make and that's right
I started this thinkin' I'll be fuckin fly
Sadly mistaken, I do it so I

Finally clear up my head, for once
I think my purpose is giving a fuck
Me and him different, bro where is the trust
I don't know who I should turn to for duct
They tell me they love me and that I'll be up
Family tradition, we got the bad luck
Anything happens, just know that I'm stuck

Feel like I'm on a big island and I'll never leave
Got 20s and 100s, all gone after sleep
The definition when they say "In your dreams"
Runnin', runnin' left my brain in the breeze
Didn't tell me 'bout the shit I would feel
Should've told me bout the one I would be
Fuckin' on you when we meet at the spot
But you decided I was not good enough
Nonexistent, going ghost for a while
Communication thru my songs and my piles
Of lyrics, words, sentences gotta file
I should leave, matter fact, man I'm out
Matter fact, man I'm out