Hate myself just a little bit, little bit

Wake up every morning and pop my pills with a yeti

Then I get out of bed and barely know where I'm headed, shit

I barely get to yawning fore' the voices are yelling

I got a problem with these voices like a damn schizophrenic

They telling me I'm not worth it, nothing is working

I'm just below the surface and my thoughts are in cursive

Monsters always lurking need a Percocet for pain

Haunted by my purpose always creating a person I don't wanna be

Lessons I don't want to see

Mama want me sober, my girl just want me over

My brothers feel the distance, these excuses I've been listing

While I buckle up my fist and punch the wall until it's missing

Kiss her face, I'm always pissed off

Coughing often kiss the bong

Weed just help the coping, drinking leave me broken

But I just keep on smoking though it running up anxiety

Miles high and dying, close my eyes and often ask myself why I always

Hate myself just a little bit, little bit

Man tomorrow might just bring you to the moon

I'm aiming to the for the stars, hope to see it soon

Fuck complaining like you think your life will change by doing nothing

Contemplating suicide but even then you're only bluffing

So what the fucks the point now

Fuck em' all

I got nowhere to point now, blame God

But tomorrow always coming so you find a way to move on

And it's only up to you, only up to you

Guess it's only up to me to fall in love with me

I fall, get up, scraped knees

It's all the same to me

Hate myself just a little bit, little bit