Don't know what to do ft. 4stro Lyrics

It's a false, confession of my death

I'm running outta meds

But it don't even matter I can't make it outta bed

The existential dread, it's getting to my head

It's a false, confession of my death

I'm running outta meds

But it don't even matter I can't make it outta bed

The existential dread, it's getting to my head

I can't even trust my heart because it's beating out my chest

A lot of motherfuckers woulda buckled from the stress

I got it from my mom she held it down cuz she best

The existential dread, it's getting to my head

I can't even trust my heart because it's beating out my chest

It's a warzone, call the troops call the troops

Feels like horde mode, born to lose born to lose

Like a cane corso, on the loose on the loose

Chip a tooth from attacking all my feelings in the booth

Got my head inna noose, finna jump down

Making all this bread off a tunes while the suns out

Ion even leave my fuckin room, makin dumb sounds (Dumb sounds)

Swear to god my lifes in autotune because of drugs now

You wanna be apart of my life cuz its perfect

Making this money and the drugs not really worth it

Laying in bed my kidneys really hurting

Stuck in my head yea these demons really lurking

Now im getting way too fucked up I cant move

Taking all these xans yeah i'm trippin off the shrooms

Laying in my room don't know what to do

I see your face everywhere I miss you (Miss you)

It's a false, confession of my death

I'm running outta meds

But it don't even matter I can't make it outta bed

The existential dread, it's getting to my head

I can't even trust my heart because it's beating out my chest

A lot of motherfuckers woulda buckled from the stress

I got it from my mom she held it down cuz she best

The existential dread, it's getting to my head

I can't even trust my heart because it's beating out my chest