Baggage ft. Keylime Lyrics

Gotta open up more

God I need a therapist

Thinking what the fuck for

They already cherish him

He already introspect

He already digging deep

He can talk to anyone

but no one ever talk to me

They ain't asking how do you feel

Or how are you doing "you good bro,

Ain't seen you in years, you been living good?"

Like fuck no

I'm drowning in fear, they calling me weird

Emotional

But let's make it clear, I'm right in your ear

I'm cut throat

Had to gather up my baggage from the flight home

I don't wanna be unpacking as i write songs

Or try to right wrongs

It makes the nights long

And it ain't nice when

You wake up with the lights on

Been getting fucked up

You've heard it enough

You're over it

You couldn't relate

But some of us ain't

Controlling it

Don't wanna explain

Don't gotta explain

I shouldn't explain

All I'll say is something's

Wrong with my brain

And that's ok tho

I guess I'll try to focus on my pesos

Maybe getting to the cheddar fix my anguish

But a lot of mother fuckers say it ain't so

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

Hope I don't learn that

Learn that

I guess I'll try to focus on my pesos

Maybe getting to the cheddar fix my anguish

But a lot of mother fuckers say it ain't so

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

If it ain't so I guess we'll have to learn that

Fuck no!