[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah
I've noticed a lot about myself, the world, that I wish I could change in life
Fuck it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
My name is Christian Webster, and I'm a troubled person
I take my medication, but these pills ain't fuckin' workin'
I'm over thirty now, but there's still so much I'm learning
The only thing I know for sure is that ain't nothin' certain
I got some trust problems, I got some love problems
You think I love problems 'cause I got so many of 'em
I got some drug addictions, labeled as drug prescriptions
Thought I was done, I kicked 'em
But the feel I'm gettin' from 'em got me running back
No matter how many moments I hit that bottom and promise myself I'm done with that
My only skill is bustin' raps, shit, I fuckin' suck at math
And couldn't even change my own tire if it was fucking flat
I'm insecure and imperfect and second-guess myself
And every day this pressure's felt
Because the industry I'm in does a number on someone's mental health
Maybe I should get some help, but
[Chorus: BENNETT, Chris Webby]
I'ma never give two fucks for the mournful
'Cause I'm only tryna live for the day
I'ma keep on movin', I'ma keep on movin'
I'ma keep on livin' this way
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma never give two fucks for the mournful
(So I gotta keep rollin') 'Cause I'm only tryna live for the day
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma keep on movin', I'ma keep on movin'
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma keep on livin' this way
(So I gotta keep rollin')
Yeah
I've noticed a lot about myself, the world, that I wish I could change in life
Fuck it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
My name is Christian Webster, and I'm a troubled person
I take my medication, but these pills ain't fuckin' workin'
I'm over thirty now, but there's still so much I'm learning
The only thing I know for sure is that ain't nothin' certain
I got some trust problems, I got some love problems
You think I love problems 'cause I got so many of 'em
I got some drug addictions, labeled as drug prescriptions
Thought I was done, I kicked 'em
But the feel I'm gettin' from 'em got me running back
No matter how many moments I hit that bottom and promise myself I'm done with that
My only skill is bustin' raps, shit, I fuckin' suck at math
And couldn't even change my own tire if it was fucking flat
I'm insecure and imperfect and second-guess myself
And every day this pressure's felt
Because the industry I'm in does a number on someone's mental health
Maybe I should get some help, but
[Chorus: BENNETT, Chris Webby]
I'ma never give two fucks for the mournful
'Cause I'm only tryna live for the day
I'ma keep on movin', I'ma keep on movin'
I'ma keep on livin' this way
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma never give two fucks for the mournful
(So I gotta keep rollin') 'Cause I'm only tryna live for the day
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma keep on movin', I'ma keep on movin'
(So I gotta keep rollin') I'ma keep on livin' this way
(So I gotta keep rollin')
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