I'm so anxious, that's genuine, it's anxiety though So much on my mind I wanna confide in, that's why I wrote this What's the time zone, is it five or four? I don't know Up late, wide awake, driving slow, my eyes closed And hoodie up, sun visor down, I ain't hiding though Leg up on my competition, picture Desmond Howard with the Heisman pose Flying out this fine lil ho, even though I know we're incompatible She on only f** with ball players and rappers, though I'm the latter it don't matter I'm too hard to flatter, if I already had her I wouldn't call or @ her, like I used all my data Rather have the love, earned all my respect, turned into a check In order to survive, learned not to regret Just accept the sh** and move on, except for when it's you 'Cause I guess the feeling too strong, I feel weak Light-headed, that's this backwood Quit asking if I'm good, nah I'm misunderstood, still tryna get out the hood Well, grind and get out for good And if I thought that I could change maybe I would It's getting easier to say no, I'm probably giving away more Than I spent on myself, it didn't give me no wealth, dependent on help I wasted so much time it feel like it ain't much left So I made up my mind and I'm taking what's mine Baby I'm fine, maybe I'm lying Make these n***as pay me on time Taking this sh** too lazy to turn Sleep too close to dying Insomnia addict, too gravity to define What time is it? Is it four or five?