THOUSAND YARD STARE 8corpses

[Verse]
Anyway, me myself and I go way back
Tryna find my way like the waze app
I lost my way, no mames guey
So many ways, I could change
But I'm not changing back, back to my ways
When I put myself in the back
Now there's no way, that I'll be turning back
With all the trauma, I gone through
It's hard to relax, hard to rest
Looking in the mirror like a thousand yard starring contest

Tired of these comparison Olympics, it's not a contest
Your pain isn't any less real just cause some other person saw a little more neglect

I'm venting in this music for me it's so cathartic
I'm mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to bе incessantly nefarious on my sock puppet
Not tryna bе manipulated like a sock puppet
Was hopscotching between the malt liquor and scotch
Had a turn down the festivities a notch
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice
Crazy how liquor is, crazy how that is

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain't a act no Hanna Montana