Car seat headbang
I'm on the west thing
Pull up front on the west wing
I'm weezing
Up state, upstairs
Ignore my neighbors
Dormitory kinda ugly
Door locked, turn it lovely
Minds got the key, skeet my bed
Pillowcase head
Not really
I'm tired
Kinda busy
On the tv
Bad Beetles tryna hit me
Imagining
I'm cold as the pizza that's my breakfast
Lay dead on the bunkbed
What's in my shoes?
What I get
Damn-near truth
And I'm not a nap guy
Fan of zipties
Noose up high
f**ing skin tight
Going cross-eyed
Uh
And then I wake up
A migraine
Imma migrate
Tense as the nail holding up my emotions'
Faces on the wall
My friends have all gone
Honestly, I'm thinking positively
But its possibly a possibility
Depending on your hostility
f** close-minds
Kinda like mine
They say I need pills
I say I got mine
Anxiety is rape but I ain't got time
f** who's calling me, I'm tryna rhyme
f**ing die
I'm in my bunk bed
All alone, all alone