[Verse 1]
I’m sick of conversations with myself
About the hand that I’ve been dealt
And the emotions that I felt, so why?
Every day, the dialogue’s the same
Train of thought against the grain
Knots tying in my brain, all the time
Each and every moment, overthinking
Over-smoking, over-drinking
Over-analyzation of these lines
Hearing all the negative reception
All the critics and nay-sayers
Are after something greater, not I
Might just be too hard on myself
‘Cause I’m considering quitting before the verse is even written, please God
Tell me you’re the man with a plan
And I am just a human being, won’t you show me what you’re seeing, ‘cause I’m blind
Worried that I’m wrong all the time
Try to understand the world then get upset at the surprises, I try
To put on the persona of reason
To make you think and believe that I ain’t as helpless as I’m feeling, but I lie
Confidence and put on a smile
Try to act like I could strap on your shoes and go the mile, I’m so tired
Of trying to be the nice guy, the giving good advice guy, the check his sources twice guy, never get it right
Why?
Fuck if I try every time
I overthink everything, not a hyperbole, putting it verbally, fucking absurd of me, fucking berserk how I
Fight myself, in my spare time
Filling the day with a list of the things I could possibly do to get possibly through every possible doable moment of life
They, tell me I’m doing alright
But I feel like I’m living a lie
And I feel like I’ll never do anything notable, quotable, weight on my mind
It keeps me up at night
It keeps away the dreams the THC no longer fights
I can’t even turn out the lights
I used to think that music made me happy
Now I’m waiting for the dopamine reaction to happen while I get high
Just to keep a fresh perspective on the things I think I know but then it rattles my perception, on…
[Chorus]
Everything
I think I should believe
Believe that I should understand
And find my peace
But it’s a fantasy
Just an evil scheme
I’m riding on my own
Alone with me
So show me everything…

[Verse 2]
Hey
I think I have a pretty nice life
So why do I feel like I waste it never trying?
They always try and tell me that I’m smart, write my songs from the heart, that I’m just doing my part
But I’m just falling apart
I just shake it off and fake it like my life isn’t hard
Because I know I’m still a kid and haven’t made it that far
Scared the world is gonna hit me like a train or a car
And paint the road with all the blood of my emotional scars
And the root of my emotional pain is the emotional game and rollercoasters rolling round in my brain
Because a healthy, stable kid should never have to complain
About his parent’s happy marriage or his capital gains
And so I bury my emotions, keep ‘em locked and away
So that my family and my friends’ll think I’m doing okay
But I’m at war with myself, and I’m the last man standing
But the rest of y’all have bigger battles I don’t understand
And prolly never will
And I can’t tell ‘em how I really feel
‘Cause confrontation just ain’t part of my deal
All I know is people hate me when they know me the best
And I feel the same way, who could blame ‘em, I guess?
Put the weight on myself, the only failure is mine
I only argue with myself, and still lose every time
Sick of hashing it out, tired of keeping it in
How do you hate yourself and still feel like you’re better than them?
Because you write these songs and worry all day long
That everything you’ve ever known might turn out to be wrong
And that it probably is, and you can’t live with the thought
Of being just another sheep at the back of the flock
So you think the only answer is to never exist
But you would never take your life cuz you don’t wanna be missed
Looking over at my brother, sitting back in the bench
If this is it, then I’ll be content, just let it end
Show me everything…
[Verse 3]
Hey
Feel like I haven’t prayed in a day
And if a man could talk to God, what the hell would he say?
Used to tell ‘em not to pray for me, taking my hits
Now I’m thinking that I’m needing all the help I can get, like
Hey
Telling me I need to slow down
But the mental stimulation keeps away the frustration
So I play their games and partake in the jubilation
While I’m patiently waiting for a chance at my elevation, like
Hey
Sick of being treated like a kid, when I don’t really know shit, and like to wallow and bitch
About my lack of control, in a world that ain’t my own
I used to think I’d found my home, but now I really don’t know, so
Hey
You’re hoping and you’re begging for change
But do the same damn things every day, so what’s the play?
You can’t control your anger, and you put yourself in danger
‘Till the man looking into the mirror is just a stranger
Fuck

[Danny]
I write like, every day ‘cause I don’t know where else to express my creative energy
It’s just so stale
It actually decreases my inspiration instead of like, allowing me to use that inspiration
It just like, kills it
I don’t love rap
I love how I capitalized it too, like, “I LOVE RAP”
I don’t love rap, I’m just addicted to it
Like every other addiction, it doesn’t matter, it’s always unhealthy
I don’t know, I guess I was supposed to move on a long time ago
I love what you do; it’s inspiring
What you’re doing, how you’re evolving
Yeah, I feel that it limits me creatively, too
This hip-hop thing
Yeah man…
[Chorus]
So show me everything
I think I should believe
Believe that I should understand
And find my peace
But it’s a fantasy
Just an evil scheme
I’m riding on my own
Alone with me
So show me everything
I think I should believe
Believe that I should understand
And find my peace
But it’s a fantasy
Just an evil scheme
I’m riding on my own
Alone with me