Anxious

Yeah, got a lot on my mind lately, I don't even know what I'm doing

I don't really see a point, but everybody tells me to keep going

So fuck it, I'ma keep going

Four am still awake, laying in my bed thinking what's my next move and is this my fate

For many months I've been struggling, feeling out of place. I sit up once again

Turn to the left just to sip my drink. It ain't water, I'm sipping the liquor

To wallow in pity and swiftly I feel numb soon after I swallow

My homies ask if I'm okay, they see it in my face. I ask them simply if it's time that I can borrow

Feeling like I'm running out of time. I know it's crazy to say that from someone with a life

That's been as short as mine. I wanna do something crazy just for the hell of it