​worry eater

Problems over solution
Can barely even focus on my own improvement
Preoccupations, yeah, they keep themself so heavy
Heavy like a chevy, corny like a rap beef
Corny like the underground, sensibilities that I never felt
Start the music then I fuck around
And fuck around, tryna make a sound
Never thought of having a time of affection
Even talking with anybody nor my best friend
Feel like I'm constantly fighting shy of reality
Remember I savored the fucking hatrеd inside of me?
Despitе all these varieties of my thoughts feeded by the society
I won't even question my own fucking anxiety
But somehow I'm not giving up by any means
But somehow I'm not giving up by any means
The process will stand out to all of my enemies
Crossing the border, crossing the border, I'm having a mental crisis
Shit, fuck, it might be hard to find bliss
I think my ass is not strong enough to fight this
Put a little attention seek to my juice like I won't mind shit
I just realize I don't give myself enough credit
So I credit myself as a dumb guy who survived the most dead ends
It kind of depends but it can happen
That I do have common sense for like a second
I have enough, I have enough
Turn me into a crumb, turn me into a crumb
I have enough, I have enough
Turn me into a crumb, turn me into a crumb