Detached

I'm worse at what I do best
Yes, yes, yes, get it off my chest
Feeling so depressed, feeling super stressed
No motivation left, my motivation for shit, it gets depleted

Text messages with my ex bitches get deleted
And the cycle of addiction, it just gets repeated
Oh my gosh, I'm floating like a jet ski on my perky
Love my A-215s, blue M's

Yeah, I need those right
Broke Xanny's down, took it up my nose
Yep, yep, yep, yep, I leave a hole in my head from them drugs like a dolphin
I was smoking so much gas, I'm always coughing

I had to do it often, I was getting on it and I was really nodding off, nodding off
I'm in the house with some hoes, I'm trying to fuck one, but I couldn't fuck her
I'm scratching out my skin
I'm bleeding, you see it on my neck, see it on my arms

I'm scratching up my chest and I scratched my face so fucking bad
I still got the pictures
Yeah, and I just need a drink of lean
I don't need a double cup, ask me the whole damn pitcher

Hey, she wanna make me hit
I don't play ball, I don't wanna play at all
Even with the visine, I can't see clear
I was high on three different drugs, couldn't steer

Crash, crash, lost control of the wheel
Oh my God, tell me what's the deal
Why was I here
Why did you even come and put me here

See I don't ever feel real, I just feel like life's a game and I'm stuck inside a bad fucking
dream
A nightmare land, a nightmare for real
And let me just tell you really how it's like I feel

I wake up looking at my body from up high
Then I start doing everything that I do in my life
I go to my nine to five
I write a couple of songs in my notes and then I rap and I freestyle some new shit

I don't even use the stuff that I write
I'm feeling detached from everything around in life
People don't make me happy
Nothing makes me happy

Barely eat, I barely sleep
Yeah, I'm feeling crappy
Damn, what really happened, huh
I don't even know

Break it down like it's a fraction , huh
Yeah, I gotta minus some shit out, do some subtraction
Yeah, I feel like that I'm losing my traction
I'm stuck in my mind, I'm stuck in my mind and I'm so fucking lost and I'm feeling like

I do not even have a sauce and I'm really feeling like I got a lot of flaws
Oh my gosh, I'm not perfect
Maybe I'm perfectly imperfect
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep

And I'm Hope for a reason
Hold on, pain ends, but I'm really bleeding
Got the scars on my arm, I cut it up a hundred times
I can count the times, I can count the lines

I can count the lines, read between the lines
You might find out that everything I say is real and it's true and all connected
Maybe one day that they'll really respect it
But right now I'm really feeling kind of neglected

I'm really feeling stressed, though
I get it off my chest when I hop in the side of the booth
And I let all this out and everything I say is true
And I've been feeling blue, but I want to feel another color

I want to feel green or red or yellow or something else instead
Help me, help me, please
Help me, help me, please
I'm just crying out for help