Uh, living in a generation

Where only commas get an exclamation

Tryna keep my mental patientI′m a mental patient though I ain't hesitating

No, wish I would though

Yeah, feeling hurt

I don′t know the origin, that be the worst

Let's just keep on pouring, see who'll feel it first

That′s how whiskey and relationships and feelings work

I know how I feel (yeah)

That ain′t who I am (no)

I've been looking back (yeah)

Tryna understand (yeah)

I wish I could cry (yeah)

But y′all made me a man (yeah)

So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)

Therapist say I got trauma (yeah)

Managers say I need commas (yeah)

I just really think I need solace

Some days, wish I ain't make all these promises

I go for drinks every night that I don′t want

At what point am I an alcoholic?

Say what you all want but my whole childhood

Bitch, I was a target, and I can't call it, yeah

When I was 11 got robbed, now my man′s pops

Since then I knew I was alone, at the end of the day

Knew it's only me and I couldn't truly count on shit, that′s real

Got a girl I′m so in love with, but I'm afraid to be her everything

Guess that′s why I always joke about wedding rings

'Cause I′m afraid I'm unlovable in the long run

Broken clocks are right twice a day, so twice a day I feel present

Looking for love amongst likes and faves

Tell me, how I′m supposed to find friendship?

I'ma stop giving my two cents no matter what, they go with consensus

I just want someone to say

"I see you" and mean it, is that too intensive?

I ain't paid rent to my mind in a long time

I think it′s time to go offline

I′ve been having a hard time

(I ain't got no metaphor there, that′s just real shit)

People saying right things at the wrong time

At least I want be better than I was

I used to think like, "I better be discussed"

Now I want just be, I ain't settling for buzz

I know how I feel (yeah)

That ain′t who I am (no)

I've been looking back (yeah)

Tryna understand (yeah)

I wish I could cry (yeah)

But y′all made me a man (yeah)

So I just wonder why I be the way I am (yeah)

Therapists say I got trauma (yeah)

Managers say I need commas (yeah)

I just really think I need solace

Some days wish I ain't make all these promises

I go for drinks every night that I don't want

At what point am I an alcoholic?

Say what you all want but my whole childhood

Bitch, I was a target, and I can′t call it