If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a fuck If you think that I'm trippin you fucking out of touch One's that say they got good intensions I'm doubtful of Nothing's been giving me what I want, yeah Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt, yeah First words out my mouth the ones I always get lost on I feel like I done been trampled over and walked on Look back at the progress that I made to get here Take time just to process everything that's said here Treated me like a project I can't let 'em get near Someone tell mе what's going on If you looking for sympathy then you outta luck I think it's driving you crazy the way I don't give a fuck If you think that I'm trippin' you fucking out of touch Onе's that say they got good intensions I'm doubtful of Nothing's been giving me what I want, yeah Feelings and memories coming right back to haunt, yeah First words out my mouth the ones I always get lost on I feel like I done been trampled over and walked on