struggle with anxiety all these bitches eyeing me half of you dispise me cus im so dam icy whipping doing high speeds you love me, unlikely only for my money only for them cheap thrills every other night had me popping different pills had me popping yokes yes im in my feels gotta spit my shit cus i keep it real on the inside man i wat to die but u think im living my best life but u dont see the pain in my eyes try so hard not to cry i rhought i could tryst u, u were my guy