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