Where is Craw?

Where is craw
I’m somewhere underground you’ll never fucking find me til it’s time to take the cover down

Who is craw
I’m fucking no one when I stay inside my room
It’s like no wonder I’m not ever found

You don’t need me
You left bleeding
You’re deceiving
I’m done believing

I’m done believing all the shit that you said in my bed
Like I’m out achieving all this shit and you sit in my head
Like I make a mess of all of it I take another med
And I deal with stress I’m balling with I think I’m better dead

Said it’s just the truth when I wake up and wish I fucking didn’t
Sad like here’s the proof of all the shit I said I fucking did it
Said like here’s your room now make a hit and say you’re fucking hidden
When you know it’s true you sit inside your bed you’re fucking ridden

Of all the things that tear you down you think there’s no way out
And I run around a broken town I need a different route
And I know that people hear my sound I guess I need to sprout
And I know we’re equal look around I live in my own doubt

I’m not saying that I’m perfect
But I hope my efforts worth it
Not a second I’m not working
Not a minute I’m not hurting

Watch me switch the fucking flow that’s something I can do with ease
See me tip the fucking boat there’s nothing I can do to please
Like I wish that I could float I blame it all on my disease
I go out without a coat I put my hood on when I leave

I go out without no hope it’s something I can’t seem to shake
I’ll tie up a knotted rope like these are thoughts I fucking hate
Like I went and asked the pope if I was someone he can save
Like the way I cope with dope it leaves me locked up the cave

And the way I rock a show I stay below in my own way
Like the way i catch a flow without no effort I’m insane
And i keep it on the low when i go mention I’m in pain
And i fill another row don’t want attention fuck the fame

Like I wish that I could hold the knife up tighter to my throat
And I’m saying that I love my life but that’s something I don’t
And I’m thinking what an awful sight when I know that I won’t
Find a way to stay afloat I’m out in traffic hit a cone

And I live a life of havoc don’t forget to set the tone
And I wish that I could grab it when I hear the fucking phone