[Intro]
They say nobody know you more than God and yourself
But yourself is sometimes the person you wrestle with
[Verse 1]
I'm livin' in a shell like a hermit crab
Hate to reminisce on the past 'cause it hurt too bad
Lately, I ain't feelin' like Quincey
Tried to open up, but people used the shit against me (Yeah)
I know you can relate, the family be fake
Closer to my friends, but my friends passed away
Ain't lookin' for no sympathy, we all got some trauma
Took me ten yеars to stop cryin' over my father (R.I.P.)
Had power of attornеy at the age of twenty-three
Funeral arrangements was all left on me
Was too young for that type of pressure
Wish we had more time to spend time together
Mama still alive, I call her every day
Days I'm feelin' low, she say, "Baby, better pray"
You got no control, just like a broken bone
Time heals everything but a broken soul
[Interlude]
Sometimes, I be with myself like
Am I fuckin' crazy? I be thinkin' 'bout the same shit every day, like ruminatin' and
Fuckin' filled with
Depression, and you know, thinking too far into the future, I'm
Riddled with anxiety
Like, just tryna center myself, you know?
They say nobody know you more than God and yourself
But yourself is sometimes the person you wrestle with
[Verse 1]
I'm livin' in a shell like a hermit crab
Hate to reminisce on the past 'cause it hurt too bad
Lately, I ain't feelin' like Quincey
Tried to open up, but people used the shit against me (Yeah)
I know you can relate, the family be fake
Closer to my friends, but my friends passed away
Ain't lookin' for no sympathy, we all got some trauma
Took me ten yеars to stop cryin' over my father (R.I.P.)
Had power of attornеy at the age of twenty-three
Funeral arrangements was all left on me
Was too young for that type of pressure
Wish we had more time to spend time together
Mama still alive, I call her every day
Days I'm feelin' low, she say, "Baby, better pray"
You got no control, just like a broken bone
Time heals everything but a broken soul
[Interlude]
Sometimes, I be with myself like
Am I fuckin' crazy? I be thinkin' 'bout the same shit every day, like ruminatin' and
Fuckin' filled with
Depression, and you know, thinking too far into the future, I'm
Riddled with anxiety
Like, just tryna center myself, you know?
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