What it's like to be a kid
No one really gives a shit
About your problems or your feelings
Or the things you're dealing with
All that crying you do
Don't matter, they just keep lying to you
So now you gonna lie too
I bet you couldn't stop even if you tried to
They might as well divide you
All the lies they could find
Hiding deep inside you
Tried to, quit a few times but it's difficult
Sun still shining, but I'm miserable
It gets brighter when I hit the bowl
I need a lighter, I'm a liar, I ain't in control
I keep it tight, like a real addict do
Stealth mode, they ain't never catching you
Whatever happened to... me?
'Fore I had this fucking attitude
I want to look 'em in the face and tell 'em truth
If they asking, it's like why they gotta dwell on you
All the selfish moves
Now you feeling guilty every single time they helping you
And cigarettes don't help
Worried 'bout if your fucking breath gon' smell
Better check yourself
'Fore it's too late and you S-O-L
I got 99 problems on my mental
Am I mental?
I don't know...
'Cause I hear the voices, you probably hear 'em too
Those motherfuckers wanna put some fear in you
I been talking to 'em now for like a year or two
Don't try to run you gotta fight when they come near to you
'Cause you can let 'em in, but you'll never kick 'em out
No matter what the weather they'll forever stick around
Just a quitter, who's too bitter to consider tripping now
Trying to figure out the triggers to this shit be flipping out
Got me looking for the exit signs
What if I've been left behind?
Thinking of a better time...
And maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
And maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
And maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
And maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year