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What if I don't want the shit they sold me?
Is it bad to say I miss the old me?
I feel like I'm sinkin' slowly
I'm so fuckin' tired of coping
All this pressure, I might break, uh
So much pressure, I might break, uh
You can't see the weight I'm holding
Don't know how much more I can take on
What if I don't want the shit they sold me?
Is it bad to say I miss the old me?
I feel like I'm sinkin' slowly
I'm so fuckin' tired of coping
All this pressure, I might break, uh
So much pressure, I might break, uh
You can't see the weight I'm holding
Don't know how much more I can take on

[Verse]
I told my family, "I won't be sad when I'm rich," hang on
Why the fuck this money ain't been fixin' shit, though?
I got a bag and everybody need they fix, huh
Hope that I got it, I'll be wrong if I don't give it out
Maybe I like the abuse
'Cause it remind me of my parents when I'm fightin' with you
I don't really think they hearin' what I write in the booth
Sometimes I wanna be like Chase and give my life to this noose, huh
But fuck it, I'm still fightin' through
I made a song 'bout gettin' sober, I'm still high as the roof
And right now I'm way too fucked up to be out drivin' this Coupe
Yo, this shit way deeper than music, I've been writin' my truth, uh