It's about time that I got my sanity back
Most of you man need reality checks
See you again and I'm grabbing the tech
Talk on me I'm coming after your neck
Sagging my pants don't be wearing no jeans
And f*ck an excuse yeah
I don't need a reason
Dip in the bag with a couple of keys
And sniffing it back like it's hayfever season
My tee a double XL like a freshman
So lower class that my life is a lesson
Staying behind like I'm stuck in detention
Fed up of talking about my depression
Feel like I died and came back as a ghost
Phantom like Danny I'm scaring the hoes
Spit in the pit when I'm live at the show
When I'm alone I be doing the most
Yeah
Sick sad world yeah
Nothing is real no
Tied to my past yeah
But I can't feel
No more percs
No more pills
When it's only myself I been trying to kill
Couple of brands I'm trying to build
Couple of voids I'm trying to fill
I was always so f*cking unfulfilled
Sad boy in a sick sad world
I was in New York trying to pay bills
Then the virus came it was downhill
And my whole damn life I been bored
So I'm trying to think less and work more
Sick of all these cunts with a back door
Cos you can't make it out of the hood
When you're living with your parents
Telling me you're gonna blow up
Like a terrorist
Don't believe a word you say
I'm a skeptic
Bleach blond hair
And a diamond necklace
Can't buy fans
But you can buy followers
Crowds at your show so dead
Call a coroner
Faking an accent
Sound like a foreigner
My money tall
Yours look like a borrower
Ha ha ha
Sick sad world yeah
Nothing is real no
Tied to my past yeah
But I can't feel
No
Sick sad world yeah
Nothing is real no
Tied to my past yeah
But I can't feel
Nothing is real no
Nothing is real no