Rip apart my own self-esteem
Fought a couple demons lying underneath my sheets
And I won’t pay a p#ss# for a beat
Test me on my word, I knock the f#ck up out your teeth, b#tch
Keep a low profile now
Nervous in the mirror and I can’t even force a smile, sh#t
Probably a number on my days
So I tuck it in my waistband, I ain’t tryna throw hands
Tuck it in my waistband, I ain’t tryna throw hands
Yeah, yeah
I’m sick of dodging all your calls
But I been too f#cking afraid to handle what you gotta say to me
And I got nobody to pray for me
Nobody in my contacts
No bodies, no contact
Dial tones in my headphones
f#ck it, I’ma lay up in the sewer ’til I
Don’t wanna feel sh#t now
Every human interaction that I have is f#cking hit or miss
And I got god-awful luck
So if you see me in the street, you can assume I’m feeling anti-social
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