TORN UP!

One more night, I swear I won’t exist

It’s okay, it’s okay-ay

Talk to em, uh

If I go one more night alone it’s like I won’t exist

I’m so strung out I’m sick of trying to be an optimist

Whether I hit you back that waivers with my confidence

Cause I’m torn up, throw my guts up when I think about it

Hello, how you doin’?

What you been up to, tell me what you pursuing

Man, lately I’m just chilling I’ve been writing some music

I took a break for a while but now I’m getting back to it, you probably knew it, uh

Yessir, knew you could do it

What you been up turning to when you need some influence?

Well it’s rather fortunate, I bottle up and hold it in and when I need to write music I simply tap into it, there’s nothing to it

Woah, is that really good for you? Penning your pain for the fans that adore you

I spit when I internalize cause I know it’ll turn your eyes and you gon call it fire, it’s a piece of me that burns alive

If I go one more night alone it’s like I won’t exist (I won’t exi-st)

I’m so strung out I’m sick of trying to be an optimist

Whether I hit you back that waivers with my confidence

Cause I’m torn up, throw my guts up when I think about it

When I’m alone I would say I’m the most dangerous cause (why?)

Depression and anxiety think they hanging with us (huh?)

I go to battle with a constant reality-check and saddle up my personality that doesn’t give a fuck (fuck)

It’s not a healthy one

But he don’t give a fuck

He breaks my options down to giving in or giving up (fuck him)

And now I’m locked inside a box that I created and I know it’s nothing more than a product of isolation

But I swear I feel the borders around me just like a mime, only here for so long, why do we try to kill the time?

I tip-toed through my youth like it was enemy lines, I can’t change my past but what I’d give to rewind, damn

If I go one more night alone it’s like I won’t exist (I won’t exi-st)

I’m so strung out I’m sick of trying to be an optimist

Whether I hit you back that waivers with my confidence

Cause I’m torn up, throw my guts up when I think about it

One more night, I swear I won’t exist

It’s okay, it’s okay-ay