What Would John McCain Do?

[Verse]
Life a struggle, I been huddled in my room, yeah
Womb to the tomb, I got doom on my speakers
Fuck the game of life, spend my time all on the bleachers
God gon' test my limits, I don't give a fuck what he does
I been on a downward spiral since two months ago
Thinking bout my past everywhere that I fucking go
Live my life so numb, I'm so used to being stabbed
Fuck a rookie status, I been at this six years and a half
Fuck this virus, ruined my first show, all my plans is down the drain
Every time I go outside, I feel the migraines in my brain
That is why I stay inside, never getting outta bed
Hoping that I'm soon to die, suicide inside my head
Bitches down to fuck but then they quick to that emotion shit
How we hooking up if you still tryna build relationships
I don't want commitment, I got too much to handle
Hoes get out my snap, if you really tryna date, you getting blocked
I don't give a fucking damn about a anything
"He's so paranoid" "He's so void" That's what many think
Running from my problems that a tutor couldn't fix
What would John McCain do? He would prolly tell me this, yeah:
Airstrikes on innocent people to take the pain away
Airstrikes on innocent people to take the pain away
Airstrikes on innocent people to take the pain away
I'll take cancer to the brain over McCain any day
I could sit and right my wrongs like I'm s'posed to
I would rather be all in my room or on the sofa
I been so unmotivated, don't know where I'm headed to
Watch the years pass, I predict that I'll be dead in 2