[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
Yeah

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah
Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah
When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah
Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling and falling

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
I don't know my own strength right, yeah
You get life or you live life, yeah
A pity party on my calendar, yeah
But how the fuck I get a invite? Yeah
I put my demons in the front row, yeah
Whenever somethin' don't sit right, yeah
I could'vе died in a plane crash
But I got too many missed flights
Plеase don't wake me up 'cause I barely get sleep as it is
Is my soul up for bid? I been doin' shit my Lord might forbid
I'm a skeptic, this all might be rigged
Everybody loses and nobody wins
Everybody's perfect if nobody is
I've been tellin' myself that the past few years
Big ass hands tryna hold back tears
But who gon' hold me when shit gets serious?
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah
Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah
When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah
Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling and falling

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up

[Verse 2: Samara Cyn]
I'm all in a delusion I can't move in, la-dee-da-dee-da
Went to get some help but when they tried, they couldn't lift me up
I'm heavy, heavy, pick yourself up by the bootstraps, baby
I ain't sheddin' no tear, I'm a '90s baby, no pity, I'm petty
I'm fallin' way too deep into this shit
Bangin' that bitch, but the stick don't tick
No more to bore on a night like this
I'm sworn off liquor, just my mind like this
Now fuck, sleep all day, keep your emotions tucked
If they smell fear, then the birds will come
I was sixteen when a n***a fucked up
I die for the feel, I live for the rush
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah
Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah
When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah
Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling and falling

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up

[Verse 3: Ray Vaughn]
Yeah, reminiscin' about Dairy Ave, I was tryna milk it anyway I can
Hate the mirror 'cause it tell me who I really am
I got a different tune, I got a different dance
I'm tryna give a damn, I'm eatin' out the pot I'm pissin' in, kickin' cans
I had people stuck around me who can stick to plan
When my eyes closed shut, it's a vision plan
Really, I'm a simple man
I wanna live again
But when your feelings go ghost, what you fillin' in?
You know the silence get loud when you in yo' head
And it keep tellin' me a coffin's a fuckin' bed
Either way it go, I'm slippin' and I'm fallin' and I can't get up
'Cause when life got real, I was sure who wasn't
Feel like no one love me, I can feel yo' judgment
And my camp ain't workin', I do too much runnin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah
Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah
When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah
Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling and falling

[Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona]
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up
I ain't know my weight 'til I had to pick myself up
'Til I had to pick myself up

[Outro]
Ray, call me back n***a
I just found out you got arrested flocking the mouses my n***a?
Who hou- like, who tau- who gave you this idea bro? Like
Y- You- You this- You this-, you going through this much? That
This is how you feel, bro?

You gotta remember bro, how you was raised, my n***a
Keep God first, because the pen is around the corner
And we miles away from Heaven
Call me back, n***a