What I don't know, won't kill me ive been high 3 days, im guilty I got a lot on mind, this feeling i feel like im dyin, aint no denying it, baby im drownin, I like how its sound'in, dont like where its going, i have no controll in it, its killin my soul, i really miss home, thats how it goes thats how this goes I really dont know a lot on my plate so much at stake fuck. this minimum wage I need food on my plate a lot bitches in the way, okay dont got nothing to say,okay if i say, they're on their way, okay, okay tell her she's lay-away,okay what more you want me to say? x2 I'm depressed, I've been feeling compressed, demons all on my chest, what more you want me confess?, I said it under my breath, he said gimmie your wrist, I said here;here some spit, then I fell in a pit, and to this moment I sit, but I got something to get, I got something to chase, this aint helping my case, it ain't hitting the same, I got drugs in vanes, and Juice WRLD in my brain, thats still hitting the same, let the requiem play, dont let the re-menance fade, i guess im stuck in a maze, i guess im stuck in this haze, fuck stuck in myself, admit i need help, wrote this song for myself, cause i need the helpx3 i need the thrills, its keeps me off of the pills, it keeps me out my feels, it gets me out my deal, I hope this time its real