I don't think I've
Ever been this fucking stressed in my life
Creature part two isn't finished I lied
Just to get them off my back though I tried
I can't create when I'm dying inside
Moving this weekend I wish I could fly
Don't have my car but I still gotta drive
Pack up the U-Haul and tell my mom bye
Hop on I-86 thinkin' bout why
Am I like this
I don't like this
All my friends are enemies behind my eyelids
Losing sleep I drive all week and raise my mileage
Guardin cut his fucking hair now I don't like him
Depression take me by 25
Fuck going out I'll just stay inside
This isn't you I say to myself
Every night lately I contemplate suicide
Oh but you're famous online so your life must be great
They say but that's a fucking lie
Crawl into bed around seven a. M
And the headaches come full force I wanna die
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
Misunderstood is all I ever might be
Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
Misunderstood is all I ever might be
Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
Misunderstood is all I ever might be
