try my best but it doesn't feel like enough
I hit you up when I feel lost
I hit you up when I feel like I need love
because I never wanna give up
you give all I want and then some
times I feel I slip and fall
and rhymes never come back at all
and when you leave me in the autumn
I'll be listening to Blonde in the night time
creativity in high tide
maybe get too high and read High Times
write my own satire on my own sad life
like hey, ain't it funny that I'll never feel happy
til my whole city feeling pity for me
but I'm never gonna live in Philly
feeling like my own worst critic is the man in the mirror
sitting with the pen in his hand
stuck with the gut feeling that he's never gonna land
on his own feet
I've been feeling overwhelmed
I don't think that you can tell
listen to your favorite songs when you're not around
don't leave my on the ground when I'm not looking out for myself