Ayo, sorry if I call a lot (yeah)
I hope you're taking this to the heart, because it's often knots (brr)
Tolerance is arguing in parking lots (okay)
Over parking spots
We crashed the car and locked
Eyes are strung, attached like backs of halter tops (fuck it)
Gassing up the furnace, earnest causing fault (shh)
Hands quakin', and I'm gaming just to call the shots
Babe, you're mistaken, if we aching, taking breaks
Could never stake, hold me down
This hurricane is just the pain, just let me vent (ay)
I'm drinking, then I'm seeking wind to smoke on top a creaky fence
Reconnaissance, we smoke in 30 at the parking lot (woah)
I wonder if this feeling is just overthought
Shawty got me anxious like they called the cops
(That was some bullshit, man)
Genuine eleven is just strange for talk
Apologies for burden, hurt is grown if not
I wonder if this feeling is just overthought
(Yo, EXO)
I keep overthinking (uh-huh)
Break the page out and put the ink in (uh)
God, I hate it when the boredom sink in (yeah)
Yo, I wonder if I'm more than just disorders syncing up
With distorted thinking
An ignored existence (Rav)
On the floor again, ignore me
I'm just quarantining, snoring (you know me)
All the pleas for help I mumble in my sleep are not important (nah)
Please don't bring this moment up
When we speak again in the morning (please)
I realize too late that I say too much, and I'm sorry
(I don't know what I'm fucking doing, man)
So I guess it's no surprise when
I'm at the point in life when I regret apologizing
Sick of lamenting most my words as I devise them
It's decided that my devices are my demise, then (damn, crazy)
There's no disguising it, I'm not okay (I'm not)
I refuse to shake a hand that ain't ever tried to help me (no)
So help me (please)
Or get up out my way
Do y'all only speak between the lines, or am I just unhealthy?
(Maybe both)