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I don't have no friends, work myself to death I don't rest, just lie in bed at night and fight inside my head I try my best, my girlfriend cries, I'm stressed, knives inside my chest Like I don't have no love to give you, babe, 'cause I've got nothing left I give it everything I got 'cause I'm addicted to the grind I ain't even been outside in a week I'm digging through the boxes that I hide in the corners of my mind Tryna figure out the versеs for the beats And I don't evеn eat I can see my ribs when I breathe, and my tank's on E, but I speed I know all I need is a vacation, but if I don't be creative I can feel a deep depression creeping deep inside of me Tom, you need to calm down, turn the mic off Shut the f**k up, this is my song; babe, what the f**k? What? You want bygones to be bygones? Need a coattail you can ride on? Cool, I'm gone, bought a tripod and a Nikon I'll never shoot a video again, I'm a icon Bro, you need to chill, you're a timebomb Shut up, Brandon, what's wrong? You don't like Tom? Back where you started when you would crash on my carpet Man, it was so f**king obvious you'd blow Well, you got what you wanted, followed your demons to darkness Can you come back where you started? I'm home I can't get no sleep, scroll on my IG I post a picture with no filter, people don't like what they see Anxiety, my girlfriend tries to speak, I lose my mind and scream Like, why the f**k are you still with me? All I need's my next release I can never take a second to stop working on a record I pretend that I go crazy in my head Every single moment not recording doesn't get me any closer To perfection or alleviate the stress, ayy And I'll never be as good as I expect to be Can't rest in peace long as I'm attempting dreams Obsess and tweet, every single breath in peak To be the best MC since Eminem breathe Babe, you're way outta line Oh, you wanna throw me out? Well, that's fine That's not what I said, this is all in your head We're your best friends, you won't like how this ends What's that a threat? You're obsessed with success Think about it, Thomas, is it worth what you wrecked? Yes You changed since you got famous You're jealous that everyone knows what my name is Back where you started when you would crash on my carpet Man, it was so f**king obvious you'd blow Well, you got what you wanted, followed your demons to darkness Can you come back where you started? I'm home Hurt on my sleeve My God, autograph CDs till my back seize up I just stare at the screen, and I rap these songs Till I hate all the words and I smash keyboards, like f**k I just want balance Feels like if I want friends, then I'll have to quit rapping And honestly, I just can't let that sh*t happen I've been through too much, it's so hard to imagine I can't stop now, it's become so obsessive It's wrecking my health, and it's ruined my friendships I'll probably regret it, I'll spill my intestines So nobody has to decide to dissect it I don't need friends, I need paper, I need pens I'll take music over oxygen, I'll write until I'm dead Back where you started when you would crash on my carpet Man, it was so f**king obvious you'd blow Well, you got what you wanted, followed your demons to darkness Can you come back where you started? I'm home
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