What's Going On? Lyrics

What's going on, what's going on?

What went wrong, what went wrong?

I look in the mirror and I hate everything that I see

I look in the mirror, I'm trying so hard to be me

I'm trying so hard, that's funny to me

I'm trying too hard, cause I'll never be no one else

Never be someone I wanna be, never go places I wanna go

All of these comments you're leaving for me, riddle me something that I don't know

Oh, I live in the past, I live in the future

But never alone in the present

Feel like that's way too depressing

Can't accept it as a gift, viewpoint gotta shift

I work the graveyard shift

Ain't comparing piss, I know I'm that ish

I put it on my kids, and my grandkids

Know what the plan is, man with the plan, know that's me

I'm gonna jump, hold my feet

Blood all over, new white tee

That's just some of the thoughts, inside me

I coul go for a while now

She don't care about me, she don't really want me

Don't got a SRT, just got a SAT score

Why the hell would they care about me for?

Ain't that destructive?

Hesitated, procrastinated, I ain't really productive

These days I think way too much about form, not function

Too worried about how I'll perform, when I could be more constructive

I'm at the brink of just calling it quits, that white flag in my fist

Done with the taking the risks

Looked at the chances, that's my deduction

I'm ensured, I won't be the best at nothing

If you ever see me without stress, I have to confess, I'm bluffing

Takes a lot for me to chase these dreams without running away

Showing me love to my face, next day they running my name in they mouth

Like they wasn't calling me gang

I'm feeling like Kendrick, them drakes don't intimidate me

It's a cold world, and I knew that from day one

I don't know when my day'll come

But I know that it's coming closer every day, so I gotta just pray or sum

Meditate

If I assimilate with all these low vibrational thoughts, that might be the end of me

It's almost like my enemy, might be the inner me

And we been fighting far too much, no this not a cry for sympathy

This is a cry I held in too long

Blew my high, told them screw off

Walk a mile, put my shoes on

And you tell me what's going on, I'd like to know