Ego Trip Tom MacDonald, Brandon Hart & Nova Rockafeller

[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald, Brandon Hart & Nova Rockafeller]
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 fuck up, this is my song; babe, what the fuck?
What? You want bygones to be bygones?
Need a coattail you can ride on?
Cool, I'm gone, buy 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?

[Chorus: Nova Rockafeller & Tom MacDonald]
Back where you started when you would crash on my carpet
Man, it was so fucking 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