Sick of Myself Lyrics

I think my friends are sick of me and I don't blame 'em

It kind of seems like my relationships, I can't sustain 'em

They think I'm sick in the head

Because I'm spittin' like I wish I was dead

When really I just need to act a little different instead

I'm weak in the knees, I ain't getting all the shit that I need

I barely eat, all I'm taking in is caffeine and weed

I go to work, I'm feeling weak because I can't go to sleep

Then every now and then I find some time to cook up a beat

Now break it down, ain't been feeling like myself in a while

Man, it's some days that I just can't even smile

Can't even fake it, try to cry but I'm feeling too vacant

On my mind is only fear that I'm just not gonna make it

Now it's change that I'm seeking, I'm living life in a particular sequence

I'm feeling bad about the food that I'm eating

It's too much meat, my dude, I'm thinking that I might just go vegan

Barely breathing and I'm tryna find what could be the reason

Alone with no one to tell

Don't talk to nobody else

And I'm getting pretty sick of myself

I'm tired of asking for help

I'll play the cards I was dealt

And I'm getting pretty sick of myself

I tell my friends I wanna kill myself, they don't believe me

They don't take me seriously, that's just how they perceive me

And true, there's few things that they could possibly do

And plus, they probably wanna fucking kill themselves too

Every move that I make proves as counterproductive

Scumboogie ruins everything he touches

This is self destruction, I'm pretending to be someone I'm not

I start to care what people think when I get caught up in thoughts

About the past, when I had some people taking advantage

Had to manage all my manners while I'm taking the damage

Now your man is weary when you're telling me shit

'Cause I had people acting on some Machiavellian shit

We're incongruent, I'm not weak or easily influenced

I can cut you off, I just don't feel the need to do it

Like I think that in the future we can make amends

Maybe then I can say I'm pretty good at making friends

Alone with no one to tell

Don't talk to nobody else

And I'm getting pretty sick of myself

I'm tired of asking for help

I'll play the cards I was dealt

And I'm getting pretty sick of myself