Conversations With Myself

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here

Or if I have the strength to persevere

Sometimes I feel like I’m somebody else

Who's going mental with they mental health

Sometimes I wonder if I'll die alone

’Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls

Sometimes I think about a younger me

If he'd be proud of the man he sees

I guess I'm rich, I made it out my town

I played in front of thousands, you know I shut it down

Look, little Bazzi, I'm living out our dreams

Mama cry every time we on the TV

Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib

And you couldn't even dream of the girl that you with

Remember all your idols and the people that we love

I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs

Was all doin'

Jesus

I think I need, I think I need some

Jesus

Rich enough and sad as fuck

I’m lonely

Oh, I am, I am, I am

I’m so lonely

I'm the man, I guess I am

But I’m still

What's funny is, is

My whole life I thought making money

And being praise would give me

Some kind of happiness

And I wanted those things

Because I was concerned about

What everyone else thought of me

I wanted to feel loved

I wanted to feel accepted

And then I realized

That I could never feel

Anybody's pain or their happiness

I could only feel mine

In the car, in the house

And the fame never made me feel

Anything except separated

Intoxicated, and obviously kinda grossed

Don't get me wrong

Nice things are fun

I like nice things

But you just can’t base

Your human value on them

Because at the end of the day

They don't mean anything

If I'm not happy, I'm a sad guy in a nice guy

If I don't have any real friends or family

I'm just a lonely guy in a big home